I was reminded yesterday as to why I enjoy travel and why I think it is impoprtant. We woke in the morning excited to drop our motorcycles off at the shipping warehouse, the next big step towards our travels in Europe. But what happened at the warehouse, the experience we had, was an eye opening one. There we were, dropping off two expensive Harley-Davidsons, leaving on what most would consider a trip of a lifetime. Spending an extravegant amount of money to, at the end of the day, take a vacation. Though I do feel there is more to it than that, ultimately, that is what it is. In this warehouse we were surrounded by luxury items such as riding lawnmowers, vintage cars and crates of Tesla motors...all of these items being shipped overseas to people with plenty of money. What we didn't expect to see was three train cars, tucked in a corner of this monster establishment, packed full of bags of...
As the clouds open up to nourish the green rolling hills of southern Germany I sit and wright. Reflecting back on the last two weeks I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the European coutryside and the kindness and generosity of the locals we have met along the way. To date, this trip has been everything we hoped for. After leaving Paris we navigated our way south to Macon, France to meet up with our friend Olivier. Though our conversation was labored due to a substantial language barrier, we felt more then welcome in his home for a night and very much enjoyed each others company. Upon his recommedation, we twisted and turned our way down the backroads of southern France towards Millau. Through rolling hills of patchwork vineyards, along picturesque mountain streams and through ancient villages it was like riding through a postcard, as most of this trip has been. From Millau, we set the relatively unknown country of Andorra on our r...
Early March in Colorado is not typically considered a great time to embark on a multi day motorcycle adventure. In fact, it’s a risky time for most parts of the country which is the main reason why I’ve never bothered with the Daytona Rally in Florida...or should I call it the Greater Daytona Area Motorcycle Get Together? I’ll get back to that later. The likelihood of bitter cold temperatures, spring rains and even snow are well beyond possible, its almost guaranteed, and this trip would prove that multiple times over. My departure from home was about as expected, better even, with temperatures in the mid 40’s and a gale force westerly wind I was thankful that the thermometer had clipped north of 32 and the roads were dry, but this would all change on me soon enough. East bound on I-70. I chose to blaze across Kansas as quickly as humanely possible, I’ve learned from previous experience that back-roading Kansas doesn’t gain a person much but ad...
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