The Passenger

I haven't had much experience on motorcycles so it was relatively exciting for me to take a trip with my best friend Ed to the coast and back, nearly 300 miles roundtrip.



I pretty much spent most of the time on the ride staring at the sticker on the back of Ed's helmet, trying to sit perfectly still. I was occasionally scared of death & dismemberment, especially when I felt like there was an excessive amount of wind pulling me at me. But I appreciated the scenery along the Columbia River, which tore by in my peripheral vision, the patches of different temperatures, the smells of forest and industry and flowers and waters that we passed in and out of. I also discovered that getting hit by a bug going that fast fucking hurts a little; I took a hit from an insect right in the fucking neck at 60mph.