In Other Words with Dave 

After five years of life’s detours—thanks to COVID and my bout with blood cancer—I finally revved my engine and hit the open road with my motorcycle buddies. I was a little rusty, a little slower, and very mindful of my recent absence from the hobby. It was wonderful to feel the wind in my face and the power of twisting a throttle. 

Cruising along the winding roads of Northwest Arkansas and Missouri, I rediscovered how motorcycling is not just about the thrill of the ride but also the camaraderie it fosters. The miles we traveled didn’t separate us, they brought this group of old friends together—all while we did our best to avoid road-crossin’ critters, corner gravel, and terrible coffee at roadside diners. 

The roads were familiar, but the experiences were new, like finding that amazing slice of Oreo pie, snapping goofy group photos on the Peel Ferry, and enjoying Branson sunsets that seemed to stretch as long as our post-ride conversations. I had some catching up to do with this group. 

So here’s to roads less traveled, to friendships rekindled, and to the sheer joy of getting back in the saddle. Because sometimes, the best therapy comes with a sense