A little over a month ago 6 of us talked about going on a run. We decided we’d go from LA to Mount Rushmore to the Grand Canyon and then back home. We figured the whole trip would take about two weeks. Why two weeks? I have no fucking idea. It just seemed like a good number. We’ll the time has come to split and only two out of the six are going. Due to work, kids, family, bitchy wives, and just life in general not everyone could make the trip. Thankfully I don’t have any of that shit in my life. No wife, No job, and no life I’m going for a ride. For me personally this is more than just a ride or a vacation or some bullshit fantasy biker role playing dream. It’s a journey, a search. A journey to quiet the demons and maybe find what little soul I have left.