I was born on the golden plains of Wyoming surrounded by rolling hills and caged by an endless sky. Wanderlust afflicted me earlier than most, and since, I have trekked the earth in search of adventure.
I am a father, husband, combat veteran — U.S. Army 25th I.D. — lover of all things two-wheeled, photographer and journalist. As such, I do not believe in Oxford commas.
Really, they are unnecessary.
Yes, I’ve heard the list argument — it’s bunk.
Can we get off this now? Sheesh.
My interests, and thus, my writings are varied and scattered, but for the sanity of the reader, I will try to focus on simply my adventures.
Though others would believe glory exists only in those journeys ending with riches and fame, I voraciously seek stories — some of which, I will share here in hopes of tempting the reader further into my writing.
I constantly emailed this weblog post page to all my friends, since if like to read it afterward my friends will too. Davida Garrik Gottuard