I live in Sussex Wisconsin, a midsized town in Waukesha County, about 15 minutes west of Milwaukee. I was raised in a remote part of central Wisconsin, left home at the age of 18 searching for some excitement, and have been occasionally riding back home now for 36 years … from all different directions, on all sorts of bikes, and for all sorts of reasons. It’s an improbably warm Saturday in November, and I’m heading west on a loaded KLR650, riding home again. The KLR wasn’t my first choice for this ride. Really, is a KLR ever anyone's first choice? I’d picked up a big old maroon Kawasaki Voyager touring rig specifically for these rides, but a day earlier it had developed battery non gratis, and I’m not sure yet if there’s an alternator issue too. The new Indian in my garage has very little luggage capacity, so the KLR it will have to be. Some history: my folks grew up in the heart of Milwaukee. Dad worked at Falk Corp, in the machine shop, the foundry, weld shop, anywhere he could get hours. They spent the rest of their time on a motorcycle, riding year round with the Milwaukee Pirates. They had 13 Harleys through the years, bought cheap or in baskets and refurbished in their apartment. The one in the pics was a favorite, sporting dual chromed tanks, and chromed shocks refitted from a Chrysler. Leaving the city in 1962 was my Dad’s idea. He quit his job, leveraged their savings against a mortgage and spent a fortune ($5500) on a cabin and 39 acres of woods and marsh. Their friends told them they’d lost their minds and would be back to the city within the year. Instead, Dad learned to hunt, Mom learned to plan ahead … the nearest store wasn’t at the end of the block any more, it was 13 miles away. The house had running water, sort of, pouring from a bare pipe sticking out of the kitchen wall. Outhouse was 15 yards behind the house, wood stove for heating and cooking. The place needed work, I remember helping Dad replace the insulation. We pulled off the lath from the walls to find it had been “insulated” with crumpled newspaper, which over time had settled down to about waist height, leaving nothing between the inner & outer wall but air. I was the fourth of four kids, and by the time I came along my folks had refurbed the house quite extensively. Indoor plumbing even, not to brag. Primitive but warm and comfortable. When I was in high school, we got our first telephone. Over the years they latched on to adjoining land, eventually ending up with 160 acres. Dad added pole barns and a shop. We lived there with the deer and the turkeys and were very happy. I’ve got terrific riding within minutes of Sussex. They call it “lake country”, the whole area around Pewaukee, Oconomowoc, and smaller supporting towns like Merton, and the area suits my riding needs perfectly. Most of my rides are just little hour-long jaunts, I’m not much of a long distance guy for the most part. These rides home to Adams County & back are about 300 miles round trip, the perfect overnighter distance for me. By the time I roll through Stone Bank (home to Boondocks BBQ, try the brisket tacos), maybe 10 miles from home, I can feel myself relaxing. I stop to snap a picture of the Alderley millpond, adjacent to Deertrak golf course. It’s already mid 70’s, extraordinary for November. It’s breezy too, heading north on “P” I pledge to keep to the tightest back roads I can find. Tree cover means wind cover, and I despise riding in wind. There’s a lot of wind today.