It hit me all at once, and a tear almost trickled behind my visor.
We caught up to the rear safety car guarding a vintage trike pootling around the bends.
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It’s funny how certain names illicit a special feeling of perfection inside of you. When a PA,NJ, and DE native hears Wawa, they declare it is the best coffee and … Continue Reading The Ducati Conundrum