Miles don’t matter

 

Here’s to friendships that last the miles.

I met Malcolm, years ago and we became instant friends. The kind of friends that can go years without seeing each other, but would never miss a beat once reunited.  He is the kind of riding buddy that every time I’m out on a new adventure I wished we lived closer. When my adventures take me to Utah, Malcolm’s is the first place I stop.

This picture is of myself and Malcolm. He and his wife came to visit us and I couldn’t have had more fun just messing around the house. We went riding, we took them to the Coast to explore and hung around the house catching up. I have a lot of friends, but Malcolm and his family hold a very special place in my heart. He’s a great, great friend and rider.

I believe there are a lot of you out there who have built special relationships with people because of our joint love for this sport. I challenge you to pick up the phone and catch up with them today. Perhaps, plan your next adventure.