Your body knows when something dangerous is happening. Your heart races, your eyes dilate and adrenaline rushes through your veins perking all your senses up. Everything happens in slow motion and you are ready for anything. This is how everyone’s first ride on a motorcycle goes.
The week of preparation was hellish. My bikes seat was still at the upholstery shop, I still needed to weld up a bracket for my saddle bags and I still needed to finish my HID mod. I scrambled to get everything done in time and it was nerve wrecking to be pushed to such a deadline. The whole time leading up to departure, I swear my bike wasn’t going to make it. But somehow, I found a way to pull it all together and packed the bike up for departure.