needles
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After thirteen years in tech, I found myself laid off. Unexpected, but these things rarely aren't.
At the same time, my parents are getting older. Spending time with them lately has made it hard to ignore that none of us have an unlimited supply of good years, good rides, or good conversations. I'm aware of that more than I used to be.
So instead of rushing headlong into whatever comes next, I decided to do something I've been putting off for a long time.
Ride. Write. Pay attention. (taking a cue from @N4teTheGreat)
Over the next year I have five or six different journeys planned — some close to home, some farther out. I want to come out of it a better rider, a better writer, and maybe a little clearer on what the next chapter looks like.
One of the reasons I've always appreciated about this community is that a lot of you have more miles and more life experience than I do. If you see something I'm missing — in my riding, my route choices, photography, my storytelling — I'm genuinely all ears. This is a season of growth. I'm looking to build a craft.
Now the story begins.
Chapter One: Traveling to the End of US 80
A few years ago I rode across the country and ended my trip at Tybee Island, Georgia. Didn't think much of it at the time. Only later did I find out I'd stopped at the eastern terminus of US 80 — a road that once stretched all the way to San Diego. That little piece of trivia lodged itself in my brain and stayed there.
So this spring, Tybee Island became my home away from home. That ride turned into the first post of this series.
Full Chapter 1 here: https://dashedyellowline.com/2026/05/05/traveling-to-the-end-of-us80-tybee-island/. You'll get to read about some cool characters along the way!
If you've found yourself in a similar season — career change, retirement, aging parents, figuring out what's next — pull up a chair. Share your story. There are a few roads left to explore.
At the same time, my parents are getting older. Spending time with them lately has made it hard to ignore that none of us have an unlimited supply of good years, good rides, or good conversations. I'm aware of that more than I used to be.
So instead of rushing headlong into whatever comes next, I decided to do something I've been putting off for a long time.
Ride. Write. Pay attention. (taking a cue from @N4teTheGreat)
Over the next year I have five or six different journeys planned — some close to home, some farther out. I want to come out of it a better rider, a better writer, and maybe a little clearer on what the next chapter looks like.
One of the reasons I've always appreciated about this community is that a lot of you have more miles and more life experience than I do. If you see something I'm missing — in my riding, my route choices, photography, my storytelling — I'm genuinely all ears. This is a season of growth. I'm looking to build a craft.
Now the story begins.
Chapter One: Traveling to the End of US 80
A few years ago I rode across the country and ended my trip at Tybee Island, Georgia. Didn't think much of it at the time. Only later did I find out I'd stopped at the eastern terminus of US 80 — a road that once stretched all the way to San Diego. That little piece of trivia lodged itself in my brain and stayed there.
So this spring, Tybee Island became my home away from home. That ride turned into the first post of this series.
Full Chapter 1 here: https://dashedyellowline.com/2026/05/05/traveling-to-the-end-of-us80-tybee-island/. You'll get to read about some cool characters along the way!
If you've found yourself in a similar season — career change, retirement, aging parents, figuring out what's next — pull up a chair. Share your story. There are a few roads left to explore.
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), Homoto, the BMW clubs. In Savannah I was starting from zero.
Apparently Savannah doesn't consider rain a valid excuse like we do here.