Honda Dreamin’: Open Road in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

My grandfather road Harley’s as long as I knew him. We always bought him bike stuff. Even my Aunt started riding, and my uncle became a mechanic. It’s in the blood.

I always had a fascination, but never enough to get started. Asia gave me that chance. A little scooter gave me an itch, and the motorbike gave me a scratch. The moment I did some long distance, I was hooked.

Cool air, fast decisions, weaving and blazing, hang tight and breathe slow. You are in control. You don’t sit back, you lean in. You are involved, you are focusing on incoming and outgoing. Every gear change and every brake check combine to make a dance unlike any other.

Cambodia and Thailand have just been a warm up because Vietnam is the real king of insanity. I’ve tasted the juice, now I want the squeeze. I think I’m in love already and I haven’t even crossed the border yet. Bring it on.

Oh yeah, here’s a picture of my grandparents being insanely cool.

My grandma was my absolute favorite. She also drove demolition cars 🤯

First semi-auto, I’m in love 😍

I mean, it’s called the “New Dream,” how poetic. I love signs and coincidences.

A little inspo from yesterday 🥲

Roadblock.

Schtapppp…but my keyboard tried to type “Schnapps.”

Went to Choeung Ek today, not gonna write about it. It’s horrible once you get invested. I can understand how you can get to that place where this seems the answer. What a nightmare. Feel blessed you’ve never had to deal with this kind of hell.