BMW of Newport. In the plains of the horizons seem to flee. The flames are gold, white clouds impossible. We let the bike races. Suddenly, the view changes. The lead bike rises above the horizon, a pilot flail through the air 10 feet above the ground. This is not good. Jeff has gone off the road at 70 miles per hour. Katie comes into paramedic mode, calming Jeff, running his hands down his back, probing, check the ribs, legs, arms. The fall has started the tour jacket from the shoulder to the waist, peeling back the shield to reveal the Bridges We-Build-shirt. He is scratched, but the few minutes he laughed, showing the "I can not believe I'm still alive" smile that is his default expression.
Ryan pulls the bike and begins to pick up the pieces scattered throughout the desert. The luggage is destroyed. The right handlebar is bent almost to the tank. Mirrors, turn signals, front bumper came off in a microsecond. Both rims have dents. Incredibly, it still works. He puts the parts that still work on the bike, takes it for a test ride. It will last another 7,000 miles. Our motto: Let's make this work.
