Check out this week's story on our blog: During a normal summer, there is nothing that would convince me to ride to the coast of North Carolina for a campout. Between the unbearably high humidity and the swarms of bloodthirsty mosquitoes, it can be downright miserable just stepping outside to get the mail. Of course after being quarantined for a few months, the idea of riding anywhere sounded pretty good, so that’s how I found myself riding down the highway on my ’ol panhead beside Greg DeHoot on his shovelhead chopper (see issue 3).