On a dreary Tuesday, I embarked on my final ride of the trip. A measly 120 miles lay ahead of me, all freeway, leading back to the metropolis I call home. I was still riding a high from my stunning feat of endurance the previous day.
The tattered asphalt of I78 going into Newark was kind of an abrupt return to gritty reality. I was choosing to sacrifice the freedom of the open road and the comradery of the motorcycle community for the predatory consumerism that puts food on my table.
My adventures were at a close, (my GPS wasn't working for the first couple days), and i finally rolled up to my garage in the East Village in the early afternoon. Altogether I rode about 1800 miles and I just wanted more... Hopefully, I'll get my ST3 from Ferracci in the next couple weeks and plan a Ducati adventure of my very own... Soon.
