Where We Left Off

Finally—the green light.
Five months after surgery, the road is calling again. The doctor cleared me at seven weeks—full throttle, no restrictions—even while I was still leaning on a crutch. By week two, I was back in the gym. Week four, logging 5,000 steps a day. Week eight, spinning the pedals on the pedal bike. Week twelve, back in the saddle of my motorcycle, where I belong. Piece by piece, the body came back online. Melanie is also good to go. We’re back!

Now it’s time.

In early May, we return to where we left off last year—pick up the bike, fire it up, and roll straight into a long stretch of miles ahead. The kind that blur maps and calendars. The kind that remind you why you started in the first place.

First stop: Horizons Unlimited Virginia.

Maybe the last time we stand up and tell these stories. Truth is, we don’t need to anymore—and maybe that’s the point. There are more riders out there now, more journeys unfolding. And most of them? They’re not about disaster or drama. They’re about the quiet, steady rhythm of the road. The kind of stories that don’t make headlines—but make a life.

So we’ll keep riding. For us.
We’ll keep writing. For us.

And somewhere out there, our paths will cross again.

See you out there.
2WANDRRs