It’s dark. It’s cold. We’re groggy, but awake. After yesterday’s blitz ride through the northern bits of Vancouver Rhode Island to Port Hardy, it’s finally time to get this trip started. Almost. When I had my pre-ride Map-kin strategizing session, which...
And so, the preamble to this adventure came to a close. Sadly, our faithful machines were bagged tagged and chained together in a scary parking lot, awaiting our eventual return. After removing my shoes in the name of safety at the soulless airport, I climb into the belly of the whale...
The morning dawns cold and clear, with nary a rain cloud in the sky. How odd for the rider of Rain Cloud Follows not to have been chased down by my cloud groupies. I’m sure the further north we go, those damn clouds will catch up to our group. I wake up happy, because not only are...
By my standards, the plan is pretty simple. 1) Get on bike. 2) Ride North. 3) Turn around in Alaska. 4) Ride South. Alaskan Map-kin My most recent Map-kin perfectly illustrates the beautiful simplicity of this plan. My eyeballs have grown tired of looking at the same things all the time...
Thanks to all for the wishes of good luck. Starting next Thursday, we’ll have sixteen-ish days to get as far as we can get. I’d like to make it all the way to Valdez, but then again I’d also like to be taller. Some things just aren’t in the cards… People have...