It's finally here. After years of dreaming and months of planning, I am on the road. Saying goodbye to friends and riding away from a comfortable life was daunting. I'm still asking myself, what the heck have I done? My friend, Ken, and I left LA Friday morning and headed South to Julian, where we ducked in to the pie shop since we were being tailed by a CHP. From Julian we took the Sunrise Highway south to Jacumba Hot Springs, a funky little border hotel that served us way too much tequila. Saturday morning, hungover, we said out goodbyes in Ocotillo and Ken went North and I went East.... droning...for over 450 miles...on a fricking Interstate... in 107 to 109f temps. 109f on a bike is survival mode. I kept my camelbak filled with ice water and just clicked off the miles. When it dropped down to 103, it was a welcome respite! Then the thunderstorms came. My last 50 or 60 miles was in the rain but the heavy storm was moving ahead of me... going right where I was going. Lightning storms on a bike are unnerving but the terrain was rolling hills so I felt I had some cover. Except for the last 5 miles...flat, treeless, open space with just me and the lightning bolts. Luckily the storm stayed just ahead of me and had passed thru Douglas, AZ by the time I arrived. This morning, I cross The Wall and head toward Banamichi and Tom's place.