She rode as far East as Illinois, north to but not into Canada in Montana, south to but not into Mexico, and all over Oregon, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming and Nevada.
She was about 2 when the wife found her at the pound, The first couple of weeks when the wife and I would come home from running errands there would be dog prints on my bike ( the red and white one ), it had a large 1 1/2' x 2' luggaga rack on the back for delivering parts.
After about the third time I-lean was sleeeping on my leather jacket on the luggage rack when we came home. I put mouse traps up there to keep the damn dog off my motorcycle but she would trip up to a half dozen of them and be up there anyhow. One night when we came home and she was sleeping on my motorcycle I told the wife that her damn dog wants to go for a ride. She said "DON'T YOU DARE" she left for a few days with my sister and I built that diamond plate box, we took a ride, she took to it like a fish to water. My wife followed us around for a week as we ran our errands and decided we deserved each other.
When the wife took me to meet her at the pound I had been without a dog for a coupel of years, Hank was such a good dog that after he passed I didn't think another dog would ever do. My wife said what do you think of this dog, I thought she was picking her out for herself, I told her she would likely do until a good dog came along. I asked the dog what her name was and she walked over, spit out her ball and leaned on my leg. I called her I-lean. Broke my heart when she passed, ever see a 350lb, 6'8" guy cry like a baby? her ashes are still riding around in my pickup in a ceder box with her name on it.
They make new motorcycles every day, fact is I have a few extra, need one?