Pig

One of my favorite things is to wake before dawn on Sundays and ride my motorcycle, affectionately called “Pig,” through the backroads of Delaware and Chester Counties in Pennsylvania.

During my rides I often see deer, raccoon, and whistle pigs out doing their thing in the fog covered meadows. I love these early morning rides because the roads are mostly empty and it feels as though I’m all alone in the world—just me and Pig moving along the road that leads to the infinite.