'Scoot's loaded. Fueled up. Spent today packin' and wrenchin' (checking really) and dreamin'.

The Concrete Goddess calls and tomorrow I answer.

Funny how different a run is from a trip. A trip is a journey that's about where and when and how. It's about side roads and vistas, little run down diners and gas station hot dogs. Often, when one runs solo as I most often do, it is about self discovery and introspection.

But a run. Whoa Nelly, now that's a different beast. 

A Run is about the Brothers. About old friends and, often, new ones. About runnin' 20, 30 maybe 50 or more strong, pipes bellowin', patches worn with pride, givin' each other more crap than most people could understand and gettin' away with it because each of you knows the other one has his back.

A Run is first and foremost about the Club. It may, and usually does, contain the elements of a trip, but it also has that indefinable something that reminds you why you joined this Club to begin with.

A Run is about the Brothers.

So tomorrow the tires hit the asphalt, throttle gets twisted, feet go up on the highway pegs. I run solo to Tehachapi, meet up with Pablito. Saturday morning Pizan and his ol' lady meet up with us and we burn it out East -- to Phoenix at least, maybe farther. Who knows?

After all --- it's a Run.