In New Hampshire.

Dating from 1864, this bridge in rural New Hampshire remains in use today for both pedestrian and vehicular traffic.

The extended roof allows the trusses – usually covered in these wooden bridges – to remain bare as they are thus effectively protected from rain water:

The truss construction is very simple, with wooden pegs at the intersections and the whole thing bolted to the roadway with simple iron rods:

This is covered bridge #1 in New Hampshire, contemplated here by my son who just completed his freshman year at nearby Northfield Mount Hermon school.

So missing the Bay Area.

iPhone6 snap.

At the gas station.

iPhone6 snap.

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.