Andrew is my friend.
When I meet someone for the first time, I like to find out if we know the same people. With Andrew, this process started when I asked where he was from. Oh, Cavalier you say? I went to Romania with a girl from there. What’s that? You took that same girl to prom? Ahh, so you’re telling me she only went with you for your car?
Andrew is much too old for prom now. Since losing his hair in a bet with genetics, he’s consoled himself with a shiny motorcycle and a roadtrip or two.
This picture of Andrew was either taken by Spencer or by my cousin Owen during a Beartooth Pass roadtrip.
One of the travelers told me that riding through the pass was far more impressive than riding through Yellowstone. I’ve heard good things about Yellowstone, so there must be something special about that winding strip of concrete.