Day 8: Fire
There are no filler days on the tour. Every tour usually has one…the day you plan to tee the ball up for the next day, but with no real agenda of it own. Covering a large distance with a range … Continue reading Day 8: Fire
There are no filler days on the tour. Every tour usually has one…the day you plan to tee the ball up for the next day, but with no real agenda of it own. Covering a large distance with a range … Continue reading Day 8: Fire
I ate a lot of fish, drank a lot of beers, and downed a lot of clam chowder. I breathed the salty air in the morning rain, felt the breeze come off the waves as the sun set, and had total … Continue reading Day 7: Up Around the Bend
I woke up and was was still reeling over that campfire on the beach and the general laissez-faire vibe that permeates everything around the ocean. Maybe it’s not as laissez-faire for the people who live here, but it sure feels … Continue reading Day 6: Octopus’s Garden
My unsolicited motorcycle compliments doubled from 5 to 10 today. Midnight has now been described as “sharp,” “beautiful,” and “huge.” One man even talked to me for a half an hour about how good Midnight looked, and then he started … Continue reading Day 5: Brandy
That’s their time. It’s there time up there. Right now it’s our time…it’s our time down here. That pretty much sums up how I felt about a work-related stuff back home and my tour. It’s my time down here. I … Continue reading Day 4: Goonies R Good Enough
Goonies never say die. After two long days on the road I was surprisingly up and alert when my alarm went off at 7am. I’m getting pretty good at the early morning starts. I was able to pack Midnight, suit … Continue reading Day 3: Don’t Stop Me Now