I've been meaning to post up and start a thread here at some point; and what better time than now, with the CB and me holed up in Quetzaltenango, brushing up on our espanol and taking a cat nap before beginning the next leg of this strange journey into the promised land... But listen, lets start this right and go back, way back. I've been on the road for some time now, but it all begins in June. 2011. I was growing old and my skin was cold and I was tired of my job and i was tired of living in the suburbs of greater New York. A tired story I know, but it's my story and you have to establish some sort of setting here. A job, an apartment, a car...all lost to the sands of time now and/or floating around Long Island, NY... And yet...the CB500T remains. Then, as it is now. Enduring. Somehow. The Cb500T is my bike man, and a gift from a good friend. Back then, it just stood there, waiting to be kicked over. And a ticket waiting to be punched. Dempster Highway @ midnight A ticket to the promised land.