Tag: Pan america

September in the Pacific Northwest is Gods gift to motorcyclists.  Cool air descends from Cascade Mountain crests chilling the warm valley floor like God’s own air conditioning, as select leaves turn colors, giving a preview of the fall to come.  Crisp water from the appropriately named Icicle River dribbled to our left, foaming over smooth boulders as we rode.
So I celebrated the priceless moment by goosing the throttle, letting the rear step out in a slow, steady dirt drift while ahead of me Donni Reddington did the same, only in a much better way since she coaches dirt riders for a living at Skool Of Moto.  If you asked either of us we would tell you, life will never get better than this, or more strange.  I never thought I would be doing this on a Harley.  But is it really that surprising?