Priorities - Motorcycle or Me
Ten years ago, I, riding a BMW K1200 RS motorcycle, was alone around noon at a scenic rest stop on UT SR 72 overlooking Capitol Reef National Park. A solitary rider, riding the same bike (different color) rides up. We talk. He says, "I rode over here today from Grand Junction, CO. My fiancé told me last night that if I went on a motorcycle ride today, she would leave me." The rider smiles and shrugs. He had his priorities, straight or not.