Been backpacking Ecuador and Colombia for the last few months, going home in two days. The thing I miss the most? My bike.

I miss riding more than good steak, good beer, my mother, my father, any of my friends, apple pie or baseball. I've thought about going for a ride every day since I left, and I guess that means that it's safe to say that I'm thoroughly addicted to motorcycling. I cannot stop thinking about jumping on my Triumph and tearing around the countryside for a few hours. Just wanted to share...