072 End of the Road
East of Eureka, Nevada, I pulled the big ol' Ultra Classic over to the side of the road. My wife and my son had been giving me grief about the state of my boots for weeks. I'd worn them out. I had been looking for a proper place to put them, somewhere significant, for days. I finally saw it, and it was the end of the road for these lizard skins. They served me well over many a mile, and now they overlook the "Lonliest Highway in America" as they rest above Highway 50. I've been back to them since, and they're still there, but that's another story for another time.