The BMW R100RT in its element.

On I17 south, a few miles north of Sedona, Arizona.

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Beer bottles courtesy of American pigs.

The touring motorcycle conceptually predates the train and harkens back to the horse. You are exposed to wind and weather, cannot travel too many miles a day are must draw heavily on self sufficiency when problems arise. Like the horse, it’s a mode of travel which requires courage and brings with it pain, but unlike the four legged beast, it does not eat while you sleep. Your biggest foe is not the marauding American Indian but the modern American moron in his idiotic gargantuan SUV, who simply does not see you.

iPhone6 snap.