When I was young, say 7 years old, I remember traveling by car from Billings, Montana to my grandmother's cabin on a lake in Iowa. It felt like a bloody long trip, but it exposed me to "Americana," in the form of road house restaurants, by-the-side-of-the-road motels, canvas waterbags hung from the grill of the car ... are you feeling this?


Now, I can relive this nostalgia trip on a journey with my daughter, on our Ducati motorcycles, from Seattle where I now live around Crater Lake (Oregon) and back ... 1,200 miles. I treasure the time with my daughter. And I delight in the nostalgia trip.
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My daughter next to her Ducati Monster and my Ducati ST3. These are powerful bikes, capable of 3-digit speedometer readings, but we are conservative and careful. No motorcycles or riders were harmed on this trip.
DigitalQuixote > My daughter next to her Ducati Monster and my Ducati ST3. These are powerful bikes, capable of 3-digit speedometer readings, but we are conservative and careful. No motorcycles or riders were harmed on this trip.
My daughter next to her Ducati Monster and my Ducati ST3. These are powerful bikes, capable of 3-digit speedometer readings, but we are conservative and careful. No motorcycles or riders were harmed on this trip.
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