Thursday, January 18

Thursday, January 4

I fly into New York from Los Angeles. When I left L.A., the temperature was in the 70s but I've prepared for this trip--I'm not about to look stupid showing up in a blizzard wearing bermuda shorts. No, I'm wearing everything I own. I come out of the airline terminal into the frosty winter air and I'm toasty warm. For about five minutes. Then I enter a state that I won't be leaving for three weeks. It's called cold. I'm here on a mission to get a motorcycle from New York to Los Angeles (don't ask why--it's a long, long story).