So it's been quite some time since I've had the chance to do a ride that has lasted more than a few days. It's been even longer since I've done a ride report. Seems like a brief reintroduction is in order. My name is Dave , aka: Ginger Beard. I do indeed have a ginger beard. I also have a slight motorcycle addiction that I inherited from my father much to the chagrin of my loving mother. I grew up in Loxahatchee Florida, have been riding motos since the age of 9 and I've been under the spell of their siren's song ever since. Sure, I've done quite a lot of other things with my time since my 9th trip around the sun. I've skateboarded for 35 years, was sponsored by Rollerblade for a while when I decided to try inline skating, street raced for years as a source of income, raced MTBs for many years then got heavy into freeride , fought MMA throughout my 20's and managed to raise a wonderful daughter in spite of myelf. Throughout all those years and shenanigans, motorcycles remained omnipresent. A quick flash forward and I left my job of over a decade just this past February and have been floundering a bit ever since. The positive side of this is I have a chance to reinvent myself now that I'm 44 years old. The negative aspect is that I struggle with depression and I often find it hard to stay focused and motivated. That's where my Scramster and a long ride come into play. At the behest of my lovely and loving partner in this quagmire called life, I set off for a few days to ride, visit a couple of friends and just take some time to think. The dude and his woman... The bike. I built the Scramster out of my dad's "Bucket List Bike". A stock 2001 xl1200h that he rode from Homer Alaska to my house in Pembroke Pines Florida for his 70th birthday back in 2010. Since then I've put 50,000 additional miles on it mostly by taking trips like the one in this RR. Me and the man that gave me the gift known as motorcycle addiction. Thanks dad! My plan for this ride was simple. I wouldn't plan a route, just poke at the gps for a general sense of direction and go. For the first leg of the trip I needed to be in Asheville in three days. Not too far away but a bit of a push on this bike. It hates the interstate and will remind you of this by punishing the hell out of you for it. Let's hit the road shall we?? Sneak in a last smooch..