motorwolf | MotorWolf πŸ‡»πŸ‡ͺ | Coming down the trail of clouds, guided only by the petrichor left by the mist. Looking back to the twisted nebulous roads, wanting to do it all over again. Instagram Photos | videos | post

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Coming down the trail of clouds, guided only by the petrichor left by the mist. Looking back to the twisted nebulous roads, wanting to do it all over again.

motorwolf | MotorWolf πŸ‡»πŸ‡ͺ | Among the river of bikes, I saw a blue dyna thundering by me flashing a cursive

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Among the river of bikes, I saw a blue dyna thundering by me flashing a cursive "Brooklyn" logo. The unmistakable was out there blocking at the tail of the massive 9/11 midnight caravan. I pressed and joined him in the spontaneous task. Always rad to hang with good people. βš‘οΈπŸ‘ŠπŸΌβš‘οΈ

motorwolf | MotorWolf πŸ‡»πŸ‡ͺ | (PART 2) His name is Joaquin and his daughter Esther was very knowledgeable about Arraitz history and traditions. I asked politely if I could video-record our chat, but she was very shy and uncomfortable about it. But then she let me record just the audio so I could share it with my brothers and cousins. The conversation was open and with many good laughs. They were really excited to share the story of their tiny town, a town that got lost after the trade routes to France changed for major highways. Then they invited me to stay for dinner, as the youngest girl was actually starting the fire at the old stone grill. I was impressed and Esther said

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(PART 2) His name is Joaquin and his daughter Esther was very knowledgeable about Arraitz history and traditions. I asked politely if I could video-record our chat, but she was very shy and uncomfortable about it. But then she let me record just the audio so I could share it with my brothers and cousins. The conversation was open and with many good laughs. They were really excited to share the story of their tiny town, a town that got lost after the trade routes to France changed for major highways. Then they invited me to stay for dinner, as the youngest girl was actually starting the fire at the old stone grill. I was impressed and Esther said "you should see her working the axe!". I was in awe of all that was happening but had to decline the offer since I needed to ride that same day all the way to Madrid. When I was walking out other family members arrived, and we all got together for this photo. Don Joaquin gave me a warm strong hug, the kind you only get from close family. Then he said it was an "honor" to had an Arraiz in his house. The use of such strong word pierced me in my deepest core. I said "hasta luego" and pointed my bike to the center of the town. Now I'll come home with this forever lesson of kindness and love.