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The End?

I'm sitting at home typing on a real keyboard and using one of those nifty new Microsoft Arc mice that I bought yesterday. My giant coffee pot is happily dripping away, creating my very own cups of coffee. I spent hours last night catching up on my tv shows. Today, I have no plans other than to completely chill out - tomorrow, who knows? The day after, back to work.

Over the last 17 days, I've ridden just over 4,200 miles on my motorcycle. I've ridden through ten types of desert, forest, hills, plains, mountains, and fields. I've been through pristine blue skies, horrid rain, light drizzle, blasting snow, and watched evil lightning. I've camped on sand, rock, grass, and snow, hundreds of miles from civilization and across the street from a major highway - not to mention twelve types of seedy motels.

I've seen miles of empty road stretched out before me, and driven miles without being able to see the road more than a hundred yards ahead due to all the corners. I've ridden laid back with two fingers casually on the throttle and squeezing the bike with my legs, both hands in a light death grip as I nearly drive off cliffs.

Ancient ruins. Random giant rocks. Cool old fashioned towns. The Grand Canyon. Scenic vistas. One block towns. Cows. Horses. Crops. Deer. The list goes on and on. So much stuff! Some of it was rough (the night in the snow at the North Rim then riding off the mountain in the snow was intense), other parts were completely laid back and awesome (City of Rock was a great day).

Through it all I had tons of fun, it was an awesome experience. I would definitely consider doing it again - and maybe sometime I will. For now, though, I'm really looking forward to sleeping in the same bed twice, playing a bit with my computer, and not worrying about GETTING SOMEWHERE today!

I might keep updating this blog with photos and stuff now and then, since I've enjoyed being in the habit of sharing. I'm ripping out the GPS bit though, and calling it a day (verdict: Sprint sucks out West) for now.

Wee...

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