Forty years of the open road.

Sage to the horizon and a thousand miles of two-lane.

Coast fog at dawn, the volcanic Cascades by dusk.

Switchbacks above the treeline; thin air, patient engines.

Red rock, empty highway, the long way around.

River road through the Sawtooths, end to end.

Three dozen machines, six days, the high-desert heart of Oregon.

Foothill orchards and the gold-rush back roads.

Ghost-town main streets and the old Mother Lode highway.