Inside the steel safety cage of a car’s frame, behind the noise-canceling windows, sipping on a soft drink as your children watch “The Incredibles” on the built-in DVD player behind you, you can be lulled into an illusion of self-sufficiency. While the drivers around you might have similar vehicles, your vehicle is your world, and you are able to split from the caravan at any given time. Riding with a group of motorcycles is more akin to belonging to a pack. The bikes around you create your safety net. They provide your soundtrack. And if one splits off, the group must either adjust for the absence or stop altogether….
The 7 Ps
I awoke with flat ground beneath me, a rock jutting into my shoulder blade and leaves rustling next to my head. The situation was surreal considering I fell asleep four feet above ground, comfortably cradled in my new Alpha Outpost hammock. Groggy with sleep, I wondered if this might be some cruel dream. Both my head and feet were still hoisted, so I knew I’d not fallen out of the contraption. I decided to handle the situation like any other mid-night crisis — go back to sleep and deal with it in the morning. Drifting off again, I listened to the breeze meander through the woods, cicadas croak their dreadful…