Under The Big Top For The 2020 One Moto Show

My jeans still smell like 2-stroke exhaust. I slipped on icy stairs at the hotel and gashed my shin, arm and shoulder. I flew home white knuckled because of severe air turbulence with the lady behind me yelling obscenities and the flight attendants hugging a poor kid who couldn’t stop crying. All this and I’m already planning next year’s trip to The One Moto Show! Yep, that’s how much fun The One Moto Show is. Stinky clothes, bloody and bruised and losing lunch won’t deter me. You want to know…