92 miles.
I followed Gwynne, Tom, and Tim in the car to the Edmond-Kingston ferry port, but darted ahead of the line because there's no wait for motorcycles in WA. It wasn't until I could smell the ocean and realized it's not the same as the one I left months ago, that it hit me how far I've traveled with my scoot. I suppose I'd fallen into a rhythm with me and the scoot, another city, and good friends I looked forward to spending time with. 12,000 miles is just a number.
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