This one should have killed me and that’s not an exaggeration in any way. I was in a bad place at the time and it seemed like a really good idea to ride a 250 cc Kawasaki Ninja from Hampton, Virginia to Seattle, Washington and then over to the Grand Tetons. I should also mention that I’d only been riding for a few months and left the morning after I’d gotten my license cleared and my divorce finalized. It was an absolute shitshow from the minute I left and is still one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.
