I recently dusted off the Moto Guzzi and took a little ride to Alpharetta, Georgia. It was a perfect day for a motorcycle ride, at least for me. It was 60 degrees, sunny, and the wind was to my back. Covered from head to toe in full protective gear that my family calls the “power ranger suit,” I was neither cold nor hot. I was in a state of pure enjoyment.
As I neared Alpharetta the urge to keep heading west all the way to California was so strong I almost gave in, but I reminded myself I had an obligation to the CFA Societies of South Carolina, Georgia, and Alabama. Of course I did the right thing and stopped to fulfill my commitment.