The Night I Broke Down in the Ozarks
Forty miles from the nearest town, no cell signal, and a rear tire that had given up. What happened next reminded me why I ride.
— Jake M.CommunityMotorcycle
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Every rider has a story. The breakdown that became the best trip. The bike that changed everything. The road that never left you. These are ours.
From the Community
First Solo Trip at 58
My kids thought I was crazy. My husband thought I was braver than him. I just needed to see if I could do it.
— Linda T.Three Days on the Pig Trail
We set out with no plan, two tents, and enough coffee to fuel a small army. The road did the rest.
— Dug Hill CrewThe Bike That Almost Wasn't
It sat in a barn for 22 years. Everyone said it was too far gone. I said hold my wrench.
— Marcus R.Riding Through the Rain
The forecast said clear skies. The sky had other ideas. Somewhere in hour three of the downpour, I started laughing.
— Sarah K.My Dad's Last Ride
He passed his bike to me with one condition: take it somewhere he always wanted to go. This is that story.
— Tom B.Got a Story to Tell?
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