Over the years as the miles racked up I got to thinking (always dangerous), what if I turned my beloved Africa Twin into a dedicated travel companion?  Instead of returning home with her each trip I let her sleep in storage in some faraway place for a while, fly home and fly back a few months later to ride the next leg.  Rinse and repeat.  The concept isn’t original, I thank those that have gone before me. Now what to name such an adventure?

I don’t know why, but I just feel like mustaches and motorcycles go together like peanut butter and jelly. As such I constantly tell my wife that I’m going to shave my beard off in favor of a mustache…I still have the beard. However, when she doubled over laughing as she suggested I call it “The Mustache Ride” because for a few weeks at a time I could actually wear a mustache - the light bulb went off.