Turns and curves in the road are like sex for the motorcyclist. The first time, one is nervous and anxious and not quite sure what the hell he/she is doing. However, once you experience the thrill of zooming through a turn you’re hooked, and can’t get enough. Straight aways I’ve been experiencing since I left Sturgis, SD have been like putting on a chastity belt. I’ve been sick of creating my own curves by switching from one tire rut to the next, left–right, etc. These pictures illustrate the lack of sex, Michigan and SD, but could easily include Minnesota and Wisconsin.
trafalgar adventures 