For sure you’ve ridden past some flowering bushes and caught a whiff of that gloriousness, but you haven’t really lived until you’re in Pennsylvania in October riding past miles and miles (and miles) of farm land that has just had pig shit, I mean biosolids, spread all over it. That’s the real motorcycling experience. Circle of life, you know? You’d swear that poop gets permanently installed deep in your sinuses, because even when you’re past it, you can still smell it. Days later, you can still smell it. Years later, the memories haunt you...