Once inducted into this life of two-wheeled singleness, I became one of those, "You what? Trailered it?" kind of people. In those years I put on tens of thousands of miles riding with my buddies. I wore shirts that said things like, "Ride, Sleep, Eat, Repeat." And as I entered my late 50s, I began to realize that my job was becoming an obstruction to my lifestyle, so I abandoned work completely to devote myself to riding, maintaining, modifying, benchracing and simply dwelling on all aspects of motorcycling.