Some days I just pick a direction to see where I'll end up. On this ride, I headed farther into the desert badlands of West Texas than I have ventured alone in a long time. Silence, seclusion, and self-awareness were the results.
I take a ride to a creepy wildlife preserve. Along the way, I share some footage from the band's last tour leg and then opine on the idiocy of motorcycle vloggers who intentionally initiate confrontations with motorists.