Brave girl going solo on Cross Country on a Honda CM400

The rain started slapping and the thunder cracking a few hours into my cross-country motorcycle trip. I’d been racing the clouds since I left the Atlantic coast that morning, and now they’d caught me, in a barren stretch of road outside Tallahassee, Florida. I was already feeling stupid when I stopped to pull on raingear – and that feeling intensified when I discovered that, in the rush to blow town, I’d packed an extra set of rain pants instead of a jacket. With only swaying cypress for shelter, I did what I could – scavenged a white trash bag from my luggage and punched my head and arms through. Then I climbed back on my 28-year-old motorcycle and raced for Tallahassee. More than 3000 miles remained to the Pacific Ocean. The learning curve was going to be steep. Read whole story.