If you drive a few miles in to Oregon, pull over to Ashland Burger King. You will find a fine talent, so enthusiastic and genuine, destined to go far. It is only a matter of time before he becomes rich and famous, or maybe area manager.

Here is a sound file, a sample of what he does

Crossing the border

Jul. 7th, 2007 | 10:30 am

The bike is running fine, yesterday I had breakfast with Dave and his wife, who I met in the Redwood forest park the previous day. Dave is fatter than me which made me feel good. His wife is a professor and he is a teacher, they ride a black Electra glide and are driving to Minnesota which is also a long way. We had a nice chat in the morning sun – the weather forecast was for temperatures up ahead to be above 120 – reaching 125. It was hot but I did not measure the actual temperature on the way.

Needless to say, I spent most of the day riding, over mountains and the high desert, only stopping for petrol. I passed Mount Shasta at 4PM and was in Winston Oregon by 7PM.

On the way, a car had fallen off a cliff (I don’t think it fell too far) – in the Trinity Alps (thanks for correcting me on that, M) near Whiskey Creek. A chopper came to pick up survivors, it was pure carnage. The fire engine screamed past me having no fire to put out, down off the mountain to get his tea.