Lately my friends have been calling more, texting more, even inviting me to visit. We used to be inseparable when we were younger, and now we're all scattered across different states.
Somehow my Mokwheel feels like this thread stitching all those memories and care back together – one ride, one friend at a time.
This time I was out on Mackinac Island, biking with an old friend. We got so deep in conversation, we lost track of time.
My Basalt's already taken me through 1,000+ miles. No way I'd have seen this much on foot.
Grateful for the tech that keeps me moving – physically and emotionally.
by EducationalSound5687