I always get a little tense before I have to ride down to Richmond for work, so today’s ride with my son was exactly what I needed to clear my head. We rolled out of Severn around 10:30 in the morning. The air had that perfect crispness that comes with mid-October, and the trees were just starting to show their colors. I led the ride, setting an easy pace through the backroads while my son followed on his beautiful new Honda Rebel 600, still shining like it just came off the

Southern Maryland rides sneak up on you. One minute you're dodging suburban sprawl, the next you’re gliding past cornfields and forgotten marinas like time hit pause. This ride started with a fist shake at the GPS (because of course it rerouted us through someone's backyard), but once the road opened up—so did my brain. Solomons brought the breeze. Piney Point brought the stillness. And The Ruddy Duck brought the IPA that reminded me why I keep doing this. Not every ride fi