Adventure

We took three Beemers on a tour of New England High Country, just as the region had its coldest week in 20 years. Staring out the window at 2am, it is hard to believe what I am seeing. That’s got to be sleet swirling around the streetlight, though it looks a little light to be

The cold was a distant memory. Why? Because I was sailing off a steeply angled erosion jump on a full-sized adventure bike, with another three jumps in view, and what turned out to be around 40 more further up the hill. I was flanked by my riding mates and the hill was steep enough so