I woke on Day 4 thinking I was getting a little saddle-weary, but knowing this had to be the last day for my road trip. I was on my last dose of my daily meds.
This is the third post about my trip to Ohio for my new 1996 Goldwing.
As my second day on the road dawned, I happily discovered I wasn’t nearly as stiff and sore as I was expecting.
Friday was D-Day. Departure. Time to point the Goldwing south and hit the road.
Last week, I flew to Ohio to pick up my new motorcycle.