Trike Man!

Name changed to protect the innocent. When I met Stan three years ago sitting around a campfire he told us tales of his motorcycle travels, how he lived under a bridge, and his dreams of building a gas powered trike out of old bicycles to travel country. Silently I questioned such a dream mainly because it was being told after consuming several cold water sandwiches, the fish always seems to get bigger under such circumstances.

Yuma, Az

The road to Yuma is symbolic of how most would view the western deserts of the United States. For me it was 160 miles of flat, sandy, tumbleweed ridden desert from my previous location at the Ak-Chin Casino.