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...
If anybody had any doubts about whether or not heaven exists, I can tell you with complete confidence that it does. Turns out it is down here in Portugal along route N-2, north out of the coastal town of Faro. Its manicured roads dip and weave through rich corridors of wild flowers, broad leafed trees and rich soils in way that only a fine composer would lead a royal orchestra. Oh wait, or was riding over Pas de la Casa in Andorra with its 9,000 foot snow lined, alpine roads? With bluebird skys, views for miles (from what felt like the top of the world) and crisp thin air it seemed a bit otherwordly. I don't know, maybe it was riding through patchwork vineyards in southern France. You get the point. Finding an incredible stretch of road out here in the old world has certainly not been an issue. I'm probably getting ahead of myself though. Maybe I should back track a bit from where I left off in my last po...
It was the summer of 2012 (I think), June, hot and humid. Arkansas was the destination, the STFU Run to be specific, and I was riding with a '72 shovelhead. Upon this vintage steed was a fine fellow by the name of Justin Cope. Justin has been a very good friend of mine for a long time so when he told me he wanted to ride to Arkansas on his '72 I put my fears aside and agreed that it was a great idea. Not only would this offer us the opportunity to crush some miles together but the destination would land us amongst more good friends such as Wes (the creative master mind behind the STFU and Ride party) , Zac, Jay and the other Oklahomies. The fear I had was directed towards Justins motorcycle, certainly not his riding ability. With an extensive background in professional motocross racing and freestyle motorcross there isn't any lack of riding ability. In fact, I'd dare to say that he's got more skills on two wheel...
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