I'm guessing he has probably never won a spelling bee. Looks like he'd be fun to hang out with though.

 

 

 

 

 

2014 Mammoth Cave run. Will never forget. Forecast CAVU. Reality: 200 miles of torrential downpour along a squall line that settled directly over our route. My boots = same.

 

 

If only I had his shovel. His attitude. His hair. His perceived toughness. I'm just an aged out marshmallow......

 

This morning I rode past about 30 motorcycles on the side of the road. They were traveling as a group. I suppose that they were discussing their position in the lineup, the speed which they were going to go, where they were going to stop, how long they were going to ride before they were going to stop, where they were going to stop for gas, and the route that they were going to take, and the group's destination.

Yep, I guess that they were living free and riding hard. (As long as they followed all of the rules of the group.)