I admit I kind of glossed over certain events in yesterday’s post about our little ride from Tennessee to Rhode Island. Obviously being the one that writes the blog, I’m bound to edit out certain events, especially when those certain events are extremely embarrassing or...
After nearly two years of touring, from California to Baja California, from ghost towns to TV trucks, from the Grand Canyon to Key West, and all the little places in between, my newly nicknamed Yamaha FJR, the bike that I traded the Hayabusa away for in California, has finally come home...
If you believe the marketing hype, Red Bull supposedly gives you wings. I don’t know about wings, normally drinking one of those cans of liquid energy gives me bad gas. For the insane pilots that compete in the Red Bull Air Races, I guess the advertising is true. Flying along at 230...
With this short poem, the 12th century Persian poet Hafez perfectly summed up the final days of our ride. Here it is in his own words: ورغم ان الطريق قد يكون خطيرا والوجهه النهائية الآن بعيدة عن النظر ليس هناك أي الخط الذي لا ينتهي. لا اليأس Which, if the free Arabic-English translation...
Decisions, decisions. For a welcome change, our debate this morning wasn’t whether to stay in Ullapool or not. An all-time Scottish weather record had been shattered, the sun was out for the second day in a row! Our pressing decision of the day was a simple matter of direction...