Crossing the Sahara Desert on a Harley Sportster 883

“All that the light touches…” My Harley-Davidson Nightster 883 surveying the Moroccan desert. (Morgan Gales/)“I shouldn’t be here,” said one of the riders, speaking not just of the lone tree to whose shade we had fled after our bikes sputtered out of gas, but of the desert as a whole. “None of us should be here. Look at this place,…