As I am sure most can appreciate, lots of preparation and planning goes in to an undertaking like this one. Routes, distances, maps, time management and all that, but my most important trip prep, besides making sure the Macallan flasks are full, is socks. At the start of every long ride I...
There isn’t really that much left to tell. Once in California, there were only a few hundred miles between us and the conclusion of the trip. It was hard to believe, but if we went in a straight line down the highway our Epic Ride could easily be over by lunchtime. So, I scoured the...
The morning after dawned cold, but clear. The worst was over, and having come this far, and gone through this much, I knew things could only get better from here. During the night it was really cold. How cold was it? So cold that before we left, Dark Meat Snack pulled a what looked like a...
Wow, look at this! Two posts in one day! How prolific! Below this little piece of fluffernutter is another installment to the Epic Ride, where our heroes find themselves deeper in the white, fluffy stuff than they planned. Don’t miss it! While writing the latest installment to my...
Though it was getting late and cold and rainy, that’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before, and usually we’ll stubbornly soldier on a few hundred more miles. Deciding to stop for the night in Cooke City was an unusually smart choice in a long career of un-smart ones. (It...