In Kevin Staple’s mind, there was always a point where the trip would end. He didn’t expect to get through. The goal wasn’t success — it was simply to go far enough to say he’d tried. To ride up to the wall, touch it, and be told to turn back. So he kept doing exactly that. Showing up. Asking the question. Taking one more step, fully expecting it to be the last. That isn’t how it played out. By the time Kevin rode his motorcycle home, the road — and the world around him — looked very different than it had when he left.