It's been nearly a week and the itch is getting worse. I can't stop thinking about her, and all that open road. Just back from an epic trip that took us across 10 states and many happy miles, but now for the first time in well over a decade I'm left without a bike. Shipped her home from New Orleans, but there was a bit of rough weather in Texas so I wait. I play back the go pro video from Deals Gap, Natchez Trace, Blue Ridge. Not sure if it's helping or hurting. All my dreams are echo's from the ride. I can't imagine how my fellow riders in the cold north survive winter unless they have snowmobiles to satiate the cravings.