With two weeks in and 2000 miles turned I am on track. The milage really doesn’t matter. It’s where I have traveled and how. I love the photo of my motorcycle. I have grown some affection towards her. We get along well together. After riding almost every day for two weeks she looks to show it. Dust, dirt and chain oil spattered just seem right. From cold to hot, hundreds of Topes (speed bumps), mountians to valleys and battling traffic in the towns and cities, a well deserved rest in the Lush grass was the least I could do.