This is the time of year when things come into focus.
The air has been crisp lately. Unusual for mid august. Blue skies. Endless visibility.
Heavy thunder storms have been rolling in after dark, clearing the air for long morning rides. The kind that start with a cup of coffee and end with a late lunch. The kind of rides that lets me forget why I bought a motorcycle.
Passing through the back country, time is marked by changes in the road. Slowing for curves. Stopping for intersections. The occasional photo. There are no distractions. No work. No bills. The bike has forced me to stay in the moment and focus on the road.
I'm riding more and thinking less.