Hop on a motorcycle and ride across China. Ride into the West. Out of urban industrialization and into the borderlands. Over packed dirt and concrete to a land still breathing with its own lungs. Bring your friends. If you think you’re dreaming, pay more attention.
From Collages

Saturday, July 7, 2007

26,25,37, maybe I'm wrong about the ages.

We have a great team. One day Tristan will be our leader, the next day it will be Patrick, and the next me. "Only the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon can tell us who has it in them to lead ." We shall all be generals and will stand up according to the day we face. We have not put our horses on the trail, but when we do, I will tell you more. One thing the three of us have in common is that we want to get on our horses and just ride. We don't ride to say "I'm better than you," but to say it's as simple as getting on your horse and riding. Today is today, as common as tea and coffee and an U. July 11th is a new day.

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