Ok, besides missing my family, there is one other thing I am missing in my life... My bike.
It's a beauty eh? My crimson demin 2008 Harley-Davisdon Street Bob. We became very good pals when I was in Kuwait. We would go on early morning rides around the coastal areas and on the occasional long ride up the highways.
When I rode my bike, I felt as if nothing else mattered in the world, other than my family of course. I was my own person, and I was anchored down by no job, no government, no rules. It's not to say I was a rebel; far from that, I was free.
I don't think a sledge, pulled by several huskies could give me the same feeling. But it's worth a try. 8-)