The more I rode that little bike the more capable it became. And I certainly am much more adept at controlling the power band now. Practice makes perfect.

Night and day the difference between that two-stroke monster and the Honda Cub. Both seductive in their own way.

Thanks for your comments. I hope I can continue to share something interesting.

Yes sir, nothing better than riding to nowhere with all the time in the world.

Thanks for the kind words about the content. Just slowly bringing myself the the keyboard again to share some thoughts.

Perched above 8.5 ponies. That’s when you know your skill is beginning to outstrip the available power!

My first motorized ride was back in the mid 60s on a Honda Mini Trail of some sort. It sparked excitement that I still feel today.

I keep telling myself that the Honda Trail 125 will go anywhere. I appreciate the reminder that it may not be true. Riding with Paul makes it worse for both of us when we think we can actually carry the bike out of trouble!

You are in rare company sir.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on exploring the world on a small Honda. I agree with everything you said. It’s easy to understand how a small motorcycle could inspire a literary project.

I’ll keep riding the Honda along with the other machines in the garage. There will be more pictures in the future.