Pushing fast through the New Mexico desert, the FJR1300 making it's own music beneath me as Cracklin' Rosie is beamed into my crash helmet from space, I am forced to wonder ... Does it get any better than this?
Those thoughts, that experience, happened during my return from New Mexico. I had spent 32 of the previous 48 hours taking part in the motorcycle rally known as the "How the West Was Won".
What follows is an account of the few lows, and very many highs of that event.
