Time flashed to quickly by, leaving memories in a pile waiting to be sorted, put into perspective and shared.

The most beautiful site came to quickly for a Kodak moment, but forever etched in my mind will be the memory of hundreds of reindeer climbing the hillside to the ridge, where in single file, they continued on silhouetted against the late afternoon sky.

Riding through the herd gave new meaning to the submissive looking heads down stance. With their antlers down and ready Gregory cheerfully counted coup.

Who has the right of way?

The view from behind the broad shoulders of my dearest friend, who gave me the world, Gregory’s world.

A world of people, places, motorcycles of every shape and size, filled with memories to last a lifetime.

Another travelers meeting lured us back to Germany to once again enjoy the company of friends we had met in June.

Watching presentations by other travelers gives you new insight to places you might never have considered.

There was a group leaving for Turkey that day, and as I listened a tiny seed was planted.

The seed has now grown into a dream, of walking the streets of an underground city.

Two very special people, Iris and Ferdinand who restored my faith in what I was doing and proved that age and language are no barrier to friendship.