If the soreness in my arm from the first of three Twinrix shots is any indication, our trip to Morocco is getting closer to being reality. Dave has his Morocco map pinned up on his garage wall, somewhere above the KLR. I am starting to brush up on what little french I absorbed and subsequently lost while bicycle racing in France in the early 90’s. It’s still winter here in northern Utah, so not much motorcycle riding has been done. I’m hoping to get at least one weekender down south before packing the bags.