3,000 miles

Up at oh dark thirty.

No stars in the sky. Oh-oh.

Pack the bike.

Throw a leg over.

Torch up.

Head south.

Breakfast in St. George at the Voyager. Plenty of seats available since it’s so early.

The sky brightens to the south, and I’m home-free through Vegas.

A quick stop at Amboy for a drink of water, and I’m home again.

3,000 miles.

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