About a decade ago, late in a chilly September evening, someplace on Rt 10 between Benson & Phoenix pulled into a convenience stop on a high bluff, shadowed by the mountains.
Parked next to a guy from the UK riding a well aged, air-head BMW with his fox terrier in the side-car.
Until that moment had forgotten that I liked riding & then resolved to find a really great ride. - Was searching of a restored BMW when a refugee from Wisconsin pointed me towards the Ulysses.