In the summer of 2015, Steve, Scotty and I ride out of the San Francisco Bay Area on our 40-year-old motorcycles and ride into the Sierra and White Mountains along the California and Nevada borders.

Steve and Scotty are college rugby teamates in their thirties, reliable and good-heartedly heedless. I’m in my sixties, cautious and reserved, a loner at heart. However, Steve is a catalyst.

We travel a thousand miles over five days, experiencing the moments as they unfold. This lighthearted narrative is a true account of that journey, we follow the middle road of friendship and compromise, enjoy the rewards and accept the consequences of sailing at the whimsy of the wind.