Fifteen years ago today, I embarked on a journey that would become the epicenter of my life's seismic transformation—a ninety-day motorcycle trip on my steadfast 2005 Triumph Bonneville.
In 2009, my life was a landscape of ruin—a crumbled empire with no throne to return to. I wasn’t exactly homeless, but I most certainly did not have a place to call home.
Some of my close friends have lovingly referred to that time in my life as a smoldering dumpster fire.
No matter what you wanna call it, I was at a breaking point, teetering on the edge of an abyss where despair and hope were indistinguishable twins…
In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig writes, “Sometimes it's a little better to travel than to arrive.”
So, I filled up my gas can and oiled up my metallic steed.
I packed up all of my worldly possessions, a meager collection of food, and a tattered sleeping bag, and set forth.
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