The freedom of motocamping, especially now, is a sweet release
After being cooped up in my garage for six months, I was itching for a good opportunity to pack my saddlebags, hop on a motorcycle, and ride anywhere but the grocery store. A plan began to form over a few beers during a Zoom happy hour with a few friends. The American Historic Racing Motorcycle Association (AHRMA) was hosting a race 2.5 hours south. We couldn't get on track, but why should that stop us from getting as near as we could to full race-prepped, go-fast motorcycles and sharing a few beers with other enthusiasts?