Motorcycle Trip 2018
4 min readMar 9, 2019
I had never ridden my motorcycle in the rain this fast and for this long. Leaving behind a discordant mixture of sights and sounds, monstrous trucks would hurtle themselves by me on the highway; the moisture and wind trailing these steel comets would do their best to intermingle with my own meager bubble of particles. These dangers only served to accentuate an ever-growing sense of accomplishment. I was halfway to Atlanta, GA from St. Petersburg, FL…
