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DON’T THINK RIDE<br />
A short bike trip across America<br />
NATHAN & SARAH MILLWARD
ISBN 978-0-9572297-3-0<br />
© Copyright 2015 Nathan Millward, All rights reserved.<br />
See www.nathanmillward.com for more information on my travels<br />
Published by Dot Publishing
Make it count.
INTRODUCTION<br />
America remains as one of the great places to ride a motorcycle.<br />
For some it might not be seen as particularly adventurous or<br />
far enough off the beaten the track, but for those who want to<br />
enjoy their miles, see some incredible scenery and get lost on a<br />
relatively manageable adventure then it still has a lot to offer.<br />
What appeals to me is the scale of the country, and that within<br />
that vast area of land there is so much difference and contrast.<br />
The scenery changes from state to state and even from valley to<br />
valley. So do the people, their culture and their food. It might be<br />
one large nation but it feels much like lots of different countries,<br />
all interlocking and without borders, meaning you can ride as far<br />
and as wide as you like.<br />
This wouldn’t be my first time across the country on two<br />
wheels. Back in 2012 I had ridden a 105cc Australian Post bike (a<br />
Honda CT110) from New York to San Francisco, then up through<br />
Canada to Alaska. It was a trip that followed on from my original<br />
adventure on that bike from Sydney to London.<br />
In total I rode for over 35,000 miles, and whilst a cruising<br />
speed of 40mph wasn’t always ideal, it did allow me to see the<br />
world and get a taste for a life of two wheeled adventure. Above<br />
all else, it showed me that it doesn’t matter what bike you ride,<br />
what kit you ride in, or even where you ride, just that you get out<br />
there and ride.<br />
Time moves on though, and the appeal of the big solo<br />
adventure just wasn’t there anymore. Certainly, there are many<br />
enjoyable miles, but there are also very many miserable and<br />
lonely ones as well. And being on the road for months or years<br />
on end can take their toll. It isn’t sustainable; you can’t live a life<br />
like that forever. And so for me it was a case of finding a new way<br />
to travel that was more manageable, but also no less rewarding.<br />
This is how I came to be planning another trip across America,<br />
this time on a slightly bigger bike and this time with someone on<br />
the back. I’d never done a two-up trip before, and my pillion had<br />
never been on a bike until we met 9 months ago on Plenty of Fish.<br />
Our plan was to fly the bike into Las Vegas, travel around for<br />
just over a month, before finally returning the bike to England<br />
via a boat out of New York. For us it was a manageable length of<br />
time, and both of us were very much looking forward to it.
The bike we would be riding is a 2014 BMW R1200 GS. It<br />
stands as the polar opposite of the postie bike I rode across the<br />
world, but for me it was a bike I always enjoyed riding. After my<br />
big trip I got involved with the motorcycle magazine industry,<br />
and through that got to ride pretty much all of the big ‘adventure’<br />
bikes. The GS was always my favourite, and despite it having a bit<br />
of a pipe and slippers image - and it being bashed by some for<br />
being too big, heavy and complicated for ‘proper’ adventures - as<br />
a bike for a trip like America it was ideal.<br />
The bike I bought was an ex training school bike from the<br />
official off-road training school over in Wales. It was one year old,<br />
had done 3,500 miles but obviously had had a hard life, being<br />
used and abused by every novice rider learning to ride off-road on<br />
the two day skills course. They seem to take the abuse pretty well<br />
though, and you still get a manufacturer’s warranty with them.<br />
When the bike came up for sale I couldn’t afford it outright<br />
and never for a minute thought I’d get finance on it. It was up for<br />
sale at Bahnstormers BMW in Maidenhead for £8500, so a good<br />
few thousand pounds less than a bike that hadn’t been used as an<br />
off road schools bike. When Steph, my friend who worked at the<br />
dealer, rang and said I’d been approved for finance I didn’t have<br />
the resolve or will power to say actually I’d better not. Instead I<br />
just had to figure out how I was going to afford the £247 a month<br />
the repayments were going to cost me. I was excited though. I had<br />
a new bike. And I think regardless of which brand or model you<br />
go for, you should just buy the one that excites you the most.<br />
Admittedly, I crashed the GS off-road a few times and wept at<br />
the extra damage I put on it, not to mention the cost of broken<br />
parts I had to replace. I quickly discovered that riding a big<br />
expensive bike off-road can be a big expensive hobby, but it was<br />
nice to know that I had the bike sat in the garage.<br />
After six months however I started to question the amount I<br />
was paying on it and the use I was getting out of it. It was a lot of<br />
money to be paying every month for what you might call a luxury<br />
item. I began to struggle to justify it.<br />
It came down to a decision to either sell it or do something<br />
with it; by do something with it I meant, take it on an adventure.<br />
With rent to pay, a partner to be there for and a desire for<br />
adventure but no thirst for one as long as the last, I came around to<br />
thinking about America, and how it would be the perfect bike for<br />
exploring the country on. When I mentioned this to my potential<br />
pillion passenger it was met with interest and excitement.<br />
Both of us have jobs that allow us plenty of time off, at the<br />
expense of earning any money during that time off, meaning time<br />
wouldn’t be a problem, and the money we could just about scrape<br />
together. The biggest hurdle with ideas such as these is taking the<br />
idea and making it actually happen. Good intentions can soon<br />
get swept away by the wave of doubt that always comes sweeping
along after the making of any great plan.<br />
As a result, it took at least a few weeks of umming and ahing<br />
before we sat down and <strong>book</strong>ed some flights. For me that’s<br />
always the best place to start; <strong>book</strong> something in, whether it’s<br />
flights or accommodation... just something. By doing this you<br />
are committing to it, and I find that once you’ve got something<br />
<strong>book</strong>ed in then all those decisions you’ve been agonising over<br />
involving the trip suddenly seem so simple, and you spring into<br />
action, and things get done and no matter how much time you<br />
have you always seem to have enough time, just because you need<br />
to make it happen.<br />
It was a no brainer in taking my own bike for the nigh on<br />
five week trip. By taking your own bike you’re committing to the<br />
adventure and taking something of a risk, especially with a bike<br />
that was still being paid off on finance for the next few years. The<br />
fear is of damaging it, having it stolen or devaluing it significantly.<br />
On the other hand, it’s good because you know the bike; you<br />
know its history and how it rides. You can pack and prepare it<br />
how you like and it adds to the sense of excitement, being on a<br />
foreign plated bike in a land so far from home.<br />
Despite my previous travels I was nervous and a bit scared.<br />
The fear was of being responsible for a pillion passenger, as when<br />
you’re on your own it’s just you you have to look out for. Now I<br />
would have someone who meant a lot to me on the back, and so I<br />
had to ensure their safety, and enjoyment, as well.<br />
To get the bike ready I’d already fitted a full set of AltRider<br />
crash bars that had previously saved the bike from damage on<br />
numerous occasions. Also some Metal Mule panniers and back<br />
rack, an Oxford tank bag and a new set of Continental TKC70<br />
tyres, which I hoped would last the length of the trip.<br />
The plan was to fly into Las Vegas, along with the bike, with<br />
the return flight <strong>book</strong>ed out of New York nearly five weeks later.<br />
This would give the trip a start and an end point. What would<br />
happen between these two points, at this stage we had no idea. We<br />
were just going to get on the plane and go.
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SHIPPING A BIKE TO AMERICA<br />
Sending your own bike to the States isn’t as<br />
difficult as you might think, and for anything<br />
over three weeks it can actually work out<br />
cheaper than renting. We used a shipping<br />
agency by the name of James Cargo, who I’d<br />
used before on the postie bike trip.<br />
The process is relatively straight forward,<br />
dropping off your loaded bike - ideally with less<br />
than a quarter-tank of fuel - at the company’s<br />
depot near Heathrow. They then strap it to a<br />
pallet, build a wooden frame around it and<br />
the next time you see it is at the airport in<br />
America. They generally need the bike a week<br />
before you intend to fly, with you even able to<br />
travel on the same plane if you like.<br />
In terms of costs, for my bike it would be<br />
£1125 to fly it into Las Vegas and £795 to bring<br />
it back out of New York by boat. On top of that,<br />
you need to insure the bike against third party<br />
liability (it also covers theft and damage). For<br />
this we used Motorcycle Express, who provide<br />
a policy and breakdown cover for just under<br />
£400 for two months. The only other fee is a $50<br />
payment at the cargo depot. The only paperwork<br />
you need is a free letter of exemption from the<br />
Environmental Protection Agency.<br />
By comparison, to rent a 1200 GS in<br />
America for the same amount of time would<br />
have cost around £4500.<br />
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AT THE AIRPORT<br />
Probably the hardest task of taking a bike<br />
overseas is the bureaucracy that meets you<br />
at the other end. Compared to places like<br />
East Timor or Nepal, collecting a bike out of<br />
American customs is fairly easy and obviously<br />
helped by having a shared language.<br />
The main thing to remember is just to<br />
be patient, get there early, expect it to take a<br />
couple of hours and under no circumstances<br />
loose your temper as this will only make<br />
things worse.<br />
In the case of collecting the bike at the<br />
airport in Las Vegas, the process is to start<br />
by finding the cargo depot, then locating<br />
the airline the bike was sent through (in this<br />
case Virgin Atlantic). Once located, you hand<br />
them your paperwork. They’ll give you more<br />
paperwork to take to customs, which in Las<br />
Vegas was back in the main terminal building.<br />
Sometimes you might have to explain what<br />
you’re trying to do - temporarily import<br />
your bike - which is allowed for up to a year.<br />
Customs will then stamp your form, you take<br />
that back to the cargo terminal who not long<br />
after wheel out the crate with your bike in it.<br />
Crack open the box, dispose of the wood<br />
(in this case the staff were a great help), and<br />
with fuel in the tank you just fire up the bike<br />
and ride away. Simple as that.<br />
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MAKING A PLAN<br />
Riding from the airport in a foreign land<br />
on a bike that you brought from home is a<br />
very surreal experience. You feel exposed,<br />
vulnerable and conspicuous. But once the<br />
nerves settle it’s just a case of making a plan<br />
and getting on with it. We flew into Vegas<br />
rather than anywhere else because I knew that<br />
from the airport a few miles of riding and you’d<br />
be out in the desert. It’s an easy place to start<br />
from, especially carrying a first time pillion.<br />
Making a plan is crucial, no matter how<br />
loose it is. Some people like to know exactly<br />
where they’re going and where they’re going<br />
to stay, others are happy to wing it and make<br />
it up as they go along. Never fight what feels<br />
right. If you want <strong>book</strong> something then do it.<br />
If you want to hang loose and see where the<br />
road takes you, then do that as well. There is<br />
never one best way on an adventure.<br />
For this trip we had no plan other than that<br />
during the course of it we would need to ride<br />
from Las Vegas to New York, a distance if you<br />
rode directly there of 2500 miles. We had an<br />
idea of some of the places we wanted to see<br />
along the way, and for us, most of those places<br />
were around Utah and Nevada, where there is<br />
so much to see in such a relatively small area.<br />
The first decision we made was to briefly<br />
venture west, back towards Death Valley.
DEATH VALLEY<br />
Death Valley is a National Park some<br />
two hours drive west from Las Vegas and is<br />
officially the hottest place on earth, reaching<br />
a record 134 °F (56.7 °C) on July 10, 1913. I’d<br />
passed through it on the postie bike trip and<br />
had been amazed by the serenity of it, not to<br />
mention the heat, which is so dry and arid.<br />
This being September we’d hoped for<br />
cooler temperatures, instead being met by an<br />
unusually hot day for this time of year, peaking<br />
at a high of 121 °F (49.4 °C). As a baptism of<br />
fire for my pillion passenger it was certainly as<br />
hot as it was going to get, with riding in this<br />
heat uncomfortable due to the lack of air flow.<br />
The scenery goes some way to making up for<br />
it, with the road from the village of Shoshone<br />
first taking a long descent down into Death<br />
Valley, then turning to run right along the<br />
crease of where the walls of the valley meet the<br />
floor. The floor of the canyon is in large part salt<br />
flats, so to the eye looks flat and white, whilst<br />
the rock faces rising up from it on either side<br />
are a multitude of colours, often fierce reds and<br />
charcoal greys. It resembles the embers of a fire<br />
when you take them from the hearth.<br />
We camped that night on a free campsite<br />
looking back down into the valley. It was just<br />
as hot at night as it was in the day. There was<br />
sufferance in this, but also great beauty.<br />
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WHAT TO PACK<br />
Knowing what to pack on any adventure<br />
is difficult, mainly because you’re going to be<br />
passing through a lot of different landscapes<br />
and climates, and obviously being on a<br />
bike you’ve only got so much storage space,<br />
especially when there are two of you. You also<br />
want gear you can get off the bike and walk<br />
around in. It’s a difficult compromise.<br />
For this reason we struggled to know what<br />
to take and in the end I don’t think we got<br />
it completely right. The main thing for me<br />
was in making sure my pillion was wearing<br />
protective clothing, despite some protest from<br />
the rear. It didn’t help that many other bikers<br />
just wore t-shirts and in many cases, not even<br />
a crash helmet (travel insurance is void if you<br />
don’t wear one). For us it was a pair of full<br />
face helmets, for me a pair of Kevlar jeans, an<br />
old textile riding jacket and - a bad choice -<br />
chunky waterproof riding boots.<br />
My pillion was in textile trousers and a<br />
textile jacket, with gloves and some funky<br />
Converse high top style boots from Rev’it.<br />
Often on this trip we would be too hot,<br />
which is why lighter, mesh jackets might<br />
have been handy, but then as we went east we<br />
needed clothing with a little more warmth.<br />
Try as you might, you’ll never get it right, just<br />
varying degrees of getting it wrong.<br />
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NAVIGATING<br />
The previous page of images was from the<br />
day we departed Death Valley. We stopped<br />
at a fantastic diner for breakfast in the small<br />
town of Beatty, met a great chap named Ed<br />
on his own motorbike adventure, and passed<br />
through Area 51 to the north of Las Vegas.<br />
Navigating on a trip like this isn’t as<br />
worrying as you think might. Certainly, in<br />
this part of America there really aren’t that<br />
many roads or various ways you can go places.<br />
That’s why it’s such a popular place for tourists<br />
to explore. ‘Take this road to Grand Canyon.<br />
That road to Zion. That road to Monument<br />
Valley.’ We didn’t take a sat-nav with us, just<br />
sometimes used Google Maps on our phones<br />
if/when we had wifi. The rest of the time a<br />
simple map was sufficient. For me a map is<br />
also a good way of getting a feel for where<br />
you are and where places are in relation to<br />
others. A sat-nav can sometimes restrict your<br />
interaction with a place - not having to stop<br />
and ask someone for directions for example.<br />
Where they do come in handy is in the cities<br />
of America, or the more populated areas in the<br />
east. As with all things it’s a compromise.<br />
This road to the right is the one that runs<br />
East from North Las Vegas out to Lake Mead.<br />
One moment you’re in grim inner city, the<br />
next you’re in a wonderful desolate landscape.<br />
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CAMPING<br />
Camping is not everyone’s cup of tea but<br />
sometimes it can be the only way to really<br />
experience and appreciate a place, and in<br />
our case, it was the only way we could have<br />
afforded to have done this trip.<br />
A motel room starts at around $45, which<br />
will often be a bit shabby and not in the best of<br />
locations. Decent ones begin around $65. The<br />
problem is they’re generally only in built up areas,<br />
whereas campsites are more often than not in<br />
prettier locations, such as this one on the shores<br />
of Lake Mead. It cost $16 for the night, and like<br />
most campsites, comes with a picnic bench and<br />
fire pit. There are facilities - toilets and water -<br />
but being a National Park campsite there aren’t<br />
any showers. Private sites usually have showers<br />
but these are roughly twice the price.<br />
In terms of camping gear, we took a three<br />
man Vango tent, with a porch that we found<br />
useful for putting the bike gear in. It was quite<br />
a bulky tent, but at least gave us good space. In<br />
the yellow bag on the back of the bike we also<br />
had two sleeping bags, two inflatable roll mats,<br />
and a pillow. For cooking we used a Primus<br />
multi-fuel stove that came in a handy set with<br />
a pan and frying pan. We ran the stove on gas<br />
and just cooked simple things like pasta and<br />
porridge oats. Not the finest cuisine, but a<br />
good view certainly adds to the flavour.<br />
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THE PEOPLE YOU MEET<br />
On any kind of road trip - but especially a<br />
bike trip where you are so much more exposed<br />
- you’re guaranteed to have the opportunity to<br />
meet so many people, who, in any other walks<br />
of life, you would never have the opportunity<br />
to meet. It is meeting these people and hearing<br />
their stories that for me is always the highlight<br />
of an adventure. This couple we met (Bob<br />
and Lowa) were sat on the table beside us in<br />
a McDonald’s in North Las Vegas, and having<br />
spotted the bike outside and the helmets beside<br />
us started chatting about our trip.<br />
It turned out that Bob and Lowa, who<br />
were from Ohio but out in Nevada on holiday,<br />
had shipped their own bike from America to<br />
Europe in the late eighties and toured around<br />
Germany, France and a few other places,<br />
just before the Berlin Wall came down. They<br />
thought that in these post 9/11 times you<br />
wouldn’t be able to put your bike on a plane<br />
anymore, which is why they were so surprised<br />
to see our bike.<br />
Despite being in his eighties, Bob told<br />
us he still competes in a form of motorcycle<br />
racing called flat tracking and still runs his own<br />
motorcycle workshop that he founded back<br />
in the eighties. Bob was looking to retire but<br />
couldn’t find anyone to take it on, so looked like<br />
having to close the doors on it. End of an era.<br />
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BUDGETING<br />
Budgeting for a trip like this is obviously a<br />
necessary evil. As with all things you always<br />
under-budget, but if you’re careful it is possible<br />
to keep these trips on track.<br />
In terms of this trip, we budgeted the money<br />
for the bike shipping (£1900), plus money for<br />
the flights (£500 each), money for the bike<br />
insurance (£400) plus a daily allowance of<br />
$100 a day. This daily allowance was to cover<br />
food, fuel and accommodation.<br />
With petrol prices in America half what<br />
they are back home, and in only aiming to<br />
do around 150 miles per day, it cost us just<br />
one fill up per day at a cost of around $15.<br />
Accommodation if we were camping was<br />
between $12 and $30 and food we’d generally<br />
pay for one proper sit-down feed at an average<br />
of $30 for the both of us, and then another $10<br />
- $20 on snacks throughout the day.<br />
Staying in a motel obviously adds to the<br />
cost, with our cheapest in Greenwood Alabama<br />
at $45 and our most expensive in Durango a<br />
rather hefty $120, but overall it still worked<br />
out to around $100 a day. For five weeks this<br />
equates to $3500 or £2200 at current exchange<br />
rates. Add that to the cost of transportation<br />
for us and the bike and the total for both of us<br />
comes to around £5600. You could obviously<br />
do it for a bit less, or a lot more.<br />
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OFF THE BEATEN<br />
TRACK - CHLORIDE<br />
Chloride is a community<br />
just off the main highway<br />
running from Las Vegas to<br />
Kingman. It’s a community<br />
with plenty of character, made<br />
up mainly of retirees who<br />
make art and live what you<br />
might call a hippy existence.<br />
We stopped to have a look<br />
around having read about it in<br />
the Lonely Planet guide <strong>book</strong>.<br />
We met a man sanding<br />
wood who was very odd,<br />
looking at you sideways whilst<br />
licking his lower lip. He told<br />
us to be careful, almost like a<br />
scene from a horror movie.<br />
This is the charm of America,<br />
best witnessed when you leave<br />
the main highway.<br />
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ROUTE 66<br />
Route 66 is the iconic road running 2500<br />
miles from Chicago to Los Angeles. In its<br />
heyday of the 1930s it provided a means of<br />
transit for those in the impoverished East<br />
going in search of a better life in the West.<br />
After that it became known as the Mother<br />
Road and has enjoyed iconic status amongst<br />
modern American mythology. Its image<br />
forms part of an area also including the likes<br />
of Elvis Presley, the moon landings and JFK.<br />
It has a romantic notion surrounding it,<br />
which is why, despite it no longer existing in<br />
its entirety, is still hugely popular with visitors<br />
from overseas, many of them from Europe.<br />
The road was officially disbanded in 1985,<br />
when the last section was bypassed through<br />
Williams in Arizona. To follow the road means<br />
a lot of the time on the interstate that paved over<br />
it. In other parts you can divert off the interstate<br />
to ride short stretches of it that remain and see<br />
some of the iconic towns along the way. In a<br />
sense it’s a sad road, a relic of the past that is<br />
no longer needed and so survives largely for the<br />
reason of not allowing itself to be forgotten.<br />
We joined the road for the longest unbroken<br />
stretch of it - some 89 miles from Kingman to<br />
Seligman - enjoying the journey into the past,<br />
and lamenting the presence of the interstate<br />
that killed it, visible in the distance.<br />
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ORGANISED TOURS<br />
One of the most common ways of seeing<br />
Route 66 is the guided motorcycle tour.<br />
There are many companies doing it these<br />
days, even Harley Davidson have their own<br />
tour company, as that’s more often than not the<br />
bike that most people and tours do the trip on.<br />
Costs vary but expect to pay over £3000 per<br />
person for a fully guided two-week trip along<br />
the entire length of Route 66, from Chicago to<br />
LA, including bike hire, insurance, hotels and<br />
transfers. There are also tours of the National<br />
Parks and the Appalachian mountains in the<br />
East, but Route 66 remains the most popular<br />
destination by a mile, probably due to the<br />
satisfaction it gives in completing it.<br />
The good thing about the organised tour is<br />
that you just turn up and ride, which, when<br />
you only have a two week holiday is exactly<br />
what you want to do. No bike shipping or<br />
bureaucracy, and no wasted time getting lost<br />
or planning routes.<br />
A guided tour can also be a really good<br />
way of getting a nervous first time explorer<br />
out on the road, and from there it’s a case of<br />
gaining more confidence so that in the future<br />
you can plan and implement your own trip.<br />
As a stepping stone to the road they work, and<br />
whilst not for me as I like my independence,<br />
they certainly hold great appeal for some.<br />
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FOOD<br />
One of the best things about America is the<br />
food. The portions are huge, generally tasty, and<br />
depending on where you are in America there’s<br />
a real difference to what you can expect, from<br />
the Navajo Taco in and around the Monument<br />
Valley area, to the Texan BBQ grill of the south<br />
and then on to the soul-food and simple meat<br />
and potato fare of the deep south.<br />
Prices vary for the ‘ma and pa’ style diner,<br />
but usually for $20-$30 you can get a good<br />
feed for two people. The best value we had<br />
was at a small diner in the town of Beattie, at<br />
the exit of Death Valley, paying $16 for two<br />
huge breakfasts of eggs, hash browns, bacon,<br />
toast and coffee. Of course then you’ve got the<br />
fast food restaurants where the only benefit is<br />
convenience, cost and free wifi, which comes<br />
in handy when you’re on the road.<br />
Expect to pay 6-10% higher than the listed<br />
price as none of the prices include tax, then<br />
another 15% or so on top for a tip. People<br />
complain about tipping in America but if you<br />
learn to accept it you generally find you get<br />
much better service as a result of this way of<br />
life. Strange things can occur though; such<br />
as chips being served with sugar on. Food in<br />
America is generally sweeter, and saltier than<br />
back home. Some people are fat in America,<br />
but no more so than in England.<br />
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GRAND CANYON<br />
No matter how many times you see the<br />
Grand Canyon you can never help but be<br />
shocked at just how vast it is. Not just how<br />
deep, but how wide, and how intricate and<br />
varied in colour and contours it is.<br />
It isn’t straight either, instead winding<br />
with the river that carved it (the Colorado),<br />
meaning that wherever you stand and look<br />
at it you’re always guaranteed an entirely<br />
differently perspective. It somehow seems to<br />
transforms itself, every time you take a step.<br />
The Grand Canyon that most people see<br />
on organised tours from Las Vegas is the west<br />
rim, where the glass sky bridge is. Venture a few<br />
more hours to the east and you get to the main<br />
southern rim visitors area, with information<br />
centre, campsites, shops and the start of several<br />
walks down into it. There’s also a northern rim,<br />
with you having to take a good few hundred<br />
mile loop around to get there.<br />
We’d arrived at the canyon from the south,<br />
travelling up from Williams. The land is flat<br />
all along there, at high altitude of around<br />
6,600 feet. The land gradually becomes more<br />
wooded. At the approach to the visitor’s centre<br />
you turn right, then as the trees clear, to your<br />
left the canyon seems to appear from nowhere.<br />
Your immediate reaction is to pull over in the<br />
layby and stare at it in disbelief.<br />
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THE RHYTHM OF THE ROAD<br />
It can sometimes be difficult to understand<br />
how these adventures pan out in reality. You<br />
are after all in a foreign country, very seldom<br />
do you know anyone or have a base to return<br />
to if things go wrong. You are in a sense alone<br />
and homeless and a long way from home.<br />
As a solo rider that can be hugely liberating,<br />
as you have no one to answer to and can do<br />
whatever you want to do; go wherever you<br />
want to go. And you don’t need to trek all the<br />
way to America to experience that sensation.<br />
You could ride up to Scotland, Ireland, Europe,<br />
even the Lake District, to get a small sense of<br />
that. Obviously the further from home you are<br />
the more intense the feeling of independence,<br />
and also at times loneliness.<br />
Doing a trip like this two up is different.<br />
You’re no longer alone and have company<br />
wherever you are. It helps if you’re a couple<br />
or a group of friends that don’t argue and,<br />
even as a group, can still maintain an outward<br />
view of the world. Travelling as two or more<br />
can be insular; you stop interacting with the<br />
environment and people unless necessary.<br />
For me, the beauty of doing this with<br />
someone - rather than solo - is the opportunity<br />
to share the experience. As romantic a notion<br />
as the lone rider can be, places such as Grand<br />
Canyon are much better when shared.<br />
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THE ROAD TO SEDONA<br />
When you don’t make much of a plan from<br />
the beginning there’s every chance of being<br />
caught out by something you didn’t expect.<br />
For us, in the first week of the trip, was the<br />
ride down from the popular town of Flagstaff<br />
to Sedona, 24 miles to the south.<br />
In that distance the road drops from a<br />
height of 6,900 feet in Flagstaff to 4,300 feet<br />
in Sedona. The difference that makes to the<br />
terrain in that short distance is incredible,<br />
changing from dense alpine forest to the<br />
eventual outcome at the bottom of dry dusty<br />
rocks and rolling red canyons.<br />
Sedona is a town that sits in the bottom<br />
and is incredibly popular with tourists. It felt a<br />
little artificial in that sense, often the problem<br />
with places that attract many people.<br />
Rather than camp for another night we<br />
checked into a motel that evening, this one<br />
owned by an Indian family, something we later<br />
learnt is true of 90% of all motels in America<br />
these days. We blew the budget at $90 but<br />
needed the time away from the tent.<br />
That evening we drove down to see the<br />
red stones. It was sunset and the temperature<br />
since leaving Death Valley was a more bearable<br />
average of 90 °F. It seemed like a perfect place<br />
to propose to my pillion, though with this not<br />
planned, no ring was available. She said yes.<br />
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LAKE POWELL<br />
Having bought an engagement ring from a<br />
Navajo Indian jewellery seller by the name of<br />
Simon, set up as he was in a layby overlooking the<br />
magnificent Vermilion Cliffs National Monument,<br />
it was a case of carrying on north, riding Highway<br />
89 up from Sedona, back past the Grand Canyon<br />
and onto the shores of Lake Powell.<br />
The first time you see Lake Powell you’ll be<br />
hard pushed to believe it’s real. For hundreds<br />
of miles around there isn’t much but rock and<br />
desert, then all of a sudden there’s this vast vivid<br />
blue lake, right there in front of you.<br />
It was formed in 1963 by the flooding of<br />
Glen Canyon by the Glen Canyon Dam. It is<br />
fed by the Colorado River, with Lake Powell in<br />
turn feeding Lake Mead, near Las Vegas.<br />
The water levels have dropped quite<br />
drastically in recent years, due in part to the<br />
lack of snow melt in the Colorado mountains,<br />
and also because of the increased demand<br />
in California, and also Las Vegas, which<br />
continues to expand at a greater rate than any<br />
other American city.<br />
We camped on the shores of Lake Powell,<br />
watching the powerboats zoom up and down.<br />
You can stay on houseboats and hire jet-skis.<br />
The power station you see in the distance is<br />
the Navajo Generating Station; it and the lake<br />
itself, both man made.<br />
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TALES FROM THE PASSENGER SEAT<br />
‘Being pretty naive about bikes, having<br />
never been on one until we met, I brushed off<br />
the itinerary of doing a couple of hundred miles<br />
a day as if it were nothing. We had previously<br />
covered a lot of ground in a campervan in<br />
Australia, and were able to cover about 500<br />
miles in a day if we needed. I thought this trip<br />
would be equally as effortless. I couldn’t have<br />
been more wrong.<br />
The heat of many destinations, including<br />
Death Valley, was intense. There’s no respite<br />
on a bike. You are exposed to everything, and<br />
with that comes a different perception of your<br />
surroundings. I fatigued quickly, and we could<br />
only ride about an hour before I needed a<br />
break. You can’t be passive on a bike, and for<br />
that I was glad. It’s very easy to sit in a car with<br />
air conditioning, the radio on, and zone out<br />
whilst you drive through some of the most<br />
amazing scenery in the world.<br />
On a bike, your senses are heightened and<br />
you see things in a slightly different light. I<br />
didn’t anticipate this, and maybe I was more<br />
sensitive to it being a non-biker. Whatever the<br />
reason, I loved seeing a country I thought I<br />
knew, with a brand new (albeit a little weary)<br />
pair of eyes.<br />
If I was to do it again I would pack less<br />
things and invest in better camping gear.’<br />
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ZION NATIONAL PARK<br />
Having taken the beautiful 89A that runs<br />
from Bitter Springs, through Marble Canyon,<br />
and on to the pleasant Utah town of Kanab<br />
(see the last few pages of images), we arrived<br />
at Zion National Park, surely one of the finest<br />
natural wonders of the world.<br />
If you approach from the west then Zion<br />
appears like a fortress of rocks, impenetrable,<br />
except for the road that sneaks in to reveal a<br />
Garden of Eden landscape of rivers, fauna and<br />
dramatic rock installations and patterns. There’s<br />
a town at the heart of it - Springdale - which can<br />
also be reached from the east - the direction we<br />
approached from - the road winding through<br />
shallow red sandstone canyons, then through<br />
a long black tunnel until you emerge to a view<br />
not dissimilar to the one opposite; a photo we<br />
took during our hike up to Angels Landing.<br />
It was on this walk that we met an English<br />
geologist by the name of Katherine, who<br />
explained how relative to the rock that England<br />
sits on, the rock here is much younger and still<br />
in a process of transformation by the elements.<br />
That’s why you get all these crazy formations<br />
and colours. For a geologist, Zion was a special<br />
place to come and research, so much so that it<br />
made us want to learn how to be one.<br />
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THE WEDDING<br />
Having got engaged a week into the trip it<br />
was soon being discussed that a good option<br />
might be to ride back to Las Vegas and get<br />
married there. Neither of us had ever wanted<br />
a big fancy wedding, and the thought of<br />
organising one back in England just didn’t<br />
appeal, not with our family and friends spread<br />
all over the country as they are.<br />
It also felt like there was no time like the<br />
present and no point in delaying the reason<br />
for getting engaged. And it was exciting, to<br />
think that we could get married in Vegas. It<br />
just seemed like the right and best thing to do,<br />
and as we were only in Zion National Park it<br />
would only be 160 miles back to the city.<br />
We didn’t tell anyone of this plan, only<br />
my pillion’s parents, who had called with<br />
suspicion that we might do something like<br />
this. My parents knew not to worry anymore.<br />
They’d grown used to me springing surprises<br />
on them. Pathetically on my part, they would<br />
find out about the wedding on Face<strong>book</strong>.<br />
In preparation for the wedding we had to<br />
find a dress as none of this was planned and<br />
in coming to America this was never our<br />
intention. I had thankfully brought a shirt<br />
and felt that my riding jeans and boot were a<br />
relatively smart ensemble. I love to do things<br />
when you have not a shred of doubt.<br />
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ELVIS PRESLEY<br />
It’s a very straight forward and easy process<br />
getting married in Las Vegas. The first thing<br />
you need is a marriage licence that can be<br />
obtained from the Marriage Bureau building<br />
on Clark Ave, near Downtown Las Vegas. It<br />
costs $74 and all you need are your passports.<br />
With this in hand the next step is choosing<br />
your chapel and service. There are lots of<br />
options and price points. You can even get<br />
married in a drive-through service, not even<br />
having to get out of your car. Most of the<br />
chapels are on the Las Vegas Boulevard, just<br />
down from the Stratosphere casino. Most of<br />
the casinos do wedding packages as well.<br />
We chose the Graceland Chapel, the place<br />
that Jon Bon Jovi was married. Being in Vegas<br />
we thought we might as well get the Elvis<br />
Presley package, and so for $200, plus $20 tip<br />
for the photographer and $60 for the minister,<br />
you get a fifteen minute slot, by the end of<br />
which you’re legally and officially married.<br />
The service was brief but sweet. Elvis sang<br />
‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ at the beginning<br />
as he walked my pillion down the isle, then at<br />
the end, ‘Viva Las Vegas.’ The photographer<br />
acted as our witness. To celebrate we went<br />
to Denny’s for lunch and got a wedding ring<br />
from the shop that features in Pawn Stars. A<br />
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BRYCE CANYON<br />
Having left Las Vegas we rode back up<br />
through Zion and on to Bryce Canyon National<br />
Park, just to the north east of Zion. The great<br />
thing about the National Parks is that you can<br />
buy an annual pass for $80. This gets you and<br />
your passenger into all National Parks across<br />
America, whereas individually they can be as<br />
much as $30 per park. Camping on the parks is<br />
always much cheaper than a private campsite,<br />
and often have much better locations, even if<br />
the facilities are often somewhat lacking.<br />
Bryce is one of the most revered National<br />
Parks, though after the likes of Zion and Grand<br />
Canyon it certainly had a lot to live up to.<br />
We were a little underwhelmed by it, mainly<br />
because it just wasn’t on the same scale as the<br />
other two, and the popularity of the park had<br />
meant that some of the improvements they’d<br />
made to ease and increase access had made it<br />
feel a little like Centre Parcs.<br />
Bryce is known for its crimson-colored<br />
hoodoos, or spire-shaped rock formations,<br />
which are completely unique to the park.<br />
Crowds gather to photograph them. The best<br />
time to experience it is at sunrise, where, in<br />
our case, we found a quiet ridge not more than<br />
a few minutes walk from the campsite. As the<br />
sun crested over the horizon we had the birth<br />
of a new day to ourselves.<br />
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PACKING<br />
Fitting so much kit on to one bike, for a<br />
relatively long period of time does take some<br />
trial and error, not to mention hard decisions<br />
on what you actually need and don’t need.<br />
The first thing to remember is that you’ll<br />
always fill the space that you’ve got. So don’t<br />
necessarily go for the biggest panniers or bags<br />
because you’ll fill them with stuff you don’t<br />
need. Our set up involved a 31-litre pannier<br />
on the right (to take into account the exhaust)<br />
and a 38-litre pannier on the left. In the right<br />
pannier went the stove, pots, pans, torches,<br />
and any food that was kept in a cool bag. A<br />
3-litre water bladder was also kept in here.<br />
In the left pannier went the laptop, all the<br />
chargers for camera, GoPro, cam corder etc,<br />
plus the air compressor that ran off the battery,<br />
tools for the bike, a pair of trainers/walking<br />
shoes each, a cosmetic bag and a pair of flip<br />
flops each. AltRider ‘Synch’ bags strapped to<br />
the top of each pannier carried our clothing,<br />
allocating one each.<br />
Spare oil was kept in the aluminium<br />
container on the back of the left pannier,<br />
whilst all the camping gear was carried in a<br />
dry bag strapped to the rack on the back. In<br />
the tank bag I carried my camera, phones,<br />
wallet and other bits and bobs. The suspension<br />
was jacked right up to cope with it.<br />
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ROUTE 12<br />
Route 12 is a scenic byway of exactly 122<br />
miles. It starts near the town of Panguitch,<br />
crossing part of Dixie National Forest<br />
and Bryce Canyon National Park, then<br />
continues through the small towns of Tropic,<br />
Cannonville, and Henrieville, before finally<br />
finishing at the town of Torrey.<br />
What’s most fascinating about it is that in<br />
this relatively short distance the nature of the<br />
rocks and the scenery is constantly changing,<br />
together in terms of colour, shapes and<br />
contours. It was a road we’d been told about<br />
and certainly one that lived up to expectations.<br />
In one of the towns we stopped for lunch,<br />
meeting two other bikers who we sat with.<br />
They were Canadian, but living in the States<br />
for a number of years. They explained the<br />
difficulty they had in being granted green<br />
cards. Both were very knowledgeable on the<br />
state of the world. They explained current<br />
financial predicaments, the reliance on finance<br />
(this trip paid for on credit card), global debt,<br />
issues of racial and social integration. One<br />
carried a concealed gun on his belt, with his<br />
belief that such a law leads to a safer nation.<br />
I concluded that the psychology of gun<br />
ownership in America is so different to back<br />
home in England that it is somewhat unfair to<br />
make judgements based on our own ways of life.<br />
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DOCUMENTING A TRIP<br />
There’s a great pressure these days to<br />
document and tell people about the trip that<br />
you’re on. Social media makes it easy and if<br />
you’re not careful you can end up putting the<br />
documentation of the trip before the trip itself.<br />
It’s a fine line, and the problem can<br />
sometimes stem from when you try to do too<br />
much; take pictures, video and also write about<br />
it or blog. Doing that can become a full time<br />
job on the road. It can mean you hunt out wifi<br />
spots rather than explore the places that you<br />
visit. Gaining an audience becomes a vicious<br />
circle as the more people start to watch, the<br />
more content they expect to see.<br />
Regardless of the size of your audience<br />
there will always be people back home who<br />
want to see where you’ve been and what you’ve<br />
been up to.<br />
Stick to one discipline would be my advice.<br />
Focus on photography, or focus on video, but<br />
don’t try to do both. Equipment you’re familiar<br />
with helps. I always carry an entry level SLR and<br />
lens. It means I can just about afford to loose<br />
it if things went wrong. Have it to hand, and<br />
make sure you never run out of memory space.<br />
There’s nothing more frustrating than that.<br />
This trip I also tried to use GoPro but I<br />
just didn’t devote enough time to get any good<br />
results. The adventure was more important.<br />
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WHERE ELSE?<br />
As much as we might dream of these<br />
overseas adventures, we have to accept that<br />
they’re not always possible. Sometimes, despite<br />
best intentions, there isn’t the time or resources<br />
to do exactly the trip you ideally want to do. It<br />
is then about compromising and making the<br />
most of your bike and your available time on a<br />
more regular basis.<br />
Many people for example dream of riding<br />
around the world, with some getting so fixated<br />
on it that they loose sight of what they could<br />
do next month or even next weekend.<br />
I know from experience that a ride up to<br />
Scotland, and some wild camping whilst you’re<br />
there, can be a great escape from the daily<br />
grind. So too Wales or down into Cornwall.<br />
Crossing the Channel into Europe also opens<br />
up endless possibilities, even with just a week<br />
to play with you can still see so much.<br />
The thing I try to remember is that there is<br />
never a perfect moment or opportunity to do<br />
these things. There will always be compromises<br />
to be made, as well as reasons not to go. Some<br />
of these reasons are valid, and some of them<br />
are just excuses. I don’t think we should be too<br />
hard on ourselves if we don’t do the things we<br />
dream of though. It probably just means there<br />
are other things more important to attend to<br />
and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.<br />
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THE MOKI DUGWAY<br />
Having ridden Route 12, camped in Torrey<br />
and then headed east in the direction of<br />
Hanksville, we decided that to get from here to<br />
our next destination of Monument Valley that<br />
we’d take the ferry across Lake Powell, from<br />
Bullfrog to Halls Crossing. The ferry crossing<br />
constitutes part of Highway 276, with ferries<br />
operating only four times a day at this time of<br />
year, less or more depending on the season.<br />
Bullfrog is a small and somewhat surreal<br />
place, serving as a launch point for boats on<br />
to Lake Powell. Lower water levels have led to<br />
less visitors and trade in recent years, so whilst<br />
far from deserted, it did feel a shadow of what<br />
you imagine it could have been.<br />
With the 45-minute ferry journey<br />
completed (images on previous page), you<br />
continue along the 276 - this part of it very<br />
quiet but with some magnificent scenery<br />
- until it joins the 95 near Natural Bridges<br />
National Monument. Not far from here is the<br />
Moki Dugway, a twisting roller-coaster of a<br />
road that has been chiselled into the side of<br />
a rock face so steep it’s hard to imagine how,<br />
from the bottom, they even thought it possible.<br />
The ride down it is somewhat hair-raising,<br />
due to the gravel surface of the road and<br />
the often unguarded drops over the side. It’s<br />
certainly a great piece of engineering.<br />
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MONUMENT VALLEY<br />
If you were looking for a place to define the<br />
appeal of America and the point of undertaking<br />
an American road trip there is no better location<br />
than Utah’s Monument Valley.<br />
Even surrounded by an endless horizon of<br />
incredible scenery in its own right, the majesty of<br />
these ‘Three Mittens’ of Monument Valley stand<br />
out as something unique. There’s an aura about<br />
the place, the land around here belonging to the<br />
Navajo Nation, and with that all the mystique<br />
and tradition that comes with that.<br />
The Navajo Nation operates within<br />
America almost as an autonomous nation.<br />
It has it’s own hospitals, government, police<br />
force and tax laws. It also spans a huge area,<br />
fanning out across four States.<br />
Monument Valley has certainly changed<br />
a lot over the years. When I first visited back<br />
in 2001 it was largely undeveloped, just a dirt<br />
road running up to the lookout point from<br />
where this photo was taken, a small gift shop<br />
and a limited number of tours running along<br />
the dirt road you see at the bottom. Today<br />
the access road and carpark is all paved, the<br />
visitor’s centre has expanded multiple times<br />
and there’s now a hotel just to the right of<br />
where this picture was taken.<br />
Such changes soften the impact, but it’s still<br />
a magical place, especially at sunset.<br />
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FORREST GUMP ROAD<br />
The 163 that runs from Bluff to Kayenta is<br />
the road on which Forrest Gump stops running<br />
in the movie of the same name. For this reason<br />
- and for the fact it’s a very scenic road - it has<br />
become something of an icon, with cars and busloads<br />
of tourists stopping to take photographs.<br />
Just beyond the ridge is Monument Valley.<br />
A few miles behind the camera is the natural<br />
curiosity of Mexican Hat - a rock that appears<br />
like a sombrero balanced on top of another<br />
needle of rock. Four Corners, where Colorado,<br />
Utah, Arizona and New Mexico all converge<br />
at one point, is also not far away, meaning that<br />
if you have access to a vehicle in this part of<br />
America you can see so much in just a short<br />
amount of miles. A common option is to rent<br />
a motor home, which can cost no more than<br />
around $140 per day - about the same as a<br />
Harley Davidson to rent. If you were to split that<br />
between the four of you that it would sleep, stay<br />
on campsites in National Parks that are no more<br />
than $20 a night, and with cheap food and fuel<br />
prices (the latter half that of the UK), you could<br />
have a perfect two week adventure through this<br />
part of America without spending a fortune.<br />
We also met people travelling in rental cars,<br />
paying $25 a day for the car and so their budget<br />
was no more than $100 a day either. Travelling<br />
America doesn’t have to cost the earth.<br />
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VALLEY OF THE GODS<br />
The images on the previous page were taken<br />
during our ride along the Valley of the Gods, a<br />
24 mile dirt road running from the foot of the<br />
Moki Dugway, out into the wilderness, before<br />
snaking back towards the road, bringing<br />
you out just to the west of the small town of<br />
Page, on the outskirts of which you’ll find the<br />
fittingly titled Twin Rock Cafe.<br />
The Valley of the Gods is marked on the<br />
map and whilst dried up river beds provide<br />
a few sandy and rutted sections you will still<br />
see people in rental cars passing through here.<br />
Riding two up, with all our luggage and road<br />
biased tyres, meant it was a long slow ride,<br />
especially with the washboard surface causing<br />
vibrations above a certain speed.<br />
But there are many trails like this across<br />
Utah, making it a great State to explore by<br />
dirt bike. With Valley of the Gods also falling<br />
under the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Land<br />
Management, it also means you can camp for<br />
free anywhere along it.<br />
America often gets a bad rep for its bad<br />
points, of which, like all countries, it has a<br />
few - inner city crime being one, but the way<br />
it manages its natural parks and landscapes is<br />
excellent. Long may it continue.<br />
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TRAVELLERS FATIGUE<br />
It can all seem so glamorous and holidaylike,<br />
but travelling by motorcycle can quite<br />
easily become something of a chore, and<br />
certainly tiring. Day after day you’re exposed<br />
to the elements, in this case the heat and the<br />
wind, and just the faff of loading the bike,<br />
unloading the bike, packing the tent and the<br />
cooking gear away, putting on the clothes,<br />
overheating in the midday sun and making<br />
decisions as to where to go, when to stop,<br />
where to sleep. In that regard, after two weeks<br />
on the road we were starting to feel the strain<br />
and growing more tired with it. We were still<br />
enjoyed it, just more weary than when we<br />
started. It’s for this reason that I believe that<br />
even a two week trip through this part of<br />
America would be long enough for most. It’d<br />
be enough time to see plenty and to cover a<br />
lot of miles. We were covering less miles than<br />
we thought we would, as by the time you’ve<br />
stopped for photos and food, then even 150<br />
miles can seem like a very long day.<br />
It’s for this reason that we treated ourselves<br />
to a motel in Cortez, a town between Page and<br />
Durango. We <strong>book</strong>ed it online that morning<br />
before setting off. It meant that at least we had<br />
a definite destination to head towards, which<br />
is sometimes what you need in order to take<br />
the strain out of travelling.<br />
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THE MILLION DOLLAR HIGHWAY<br />
The official name for the road is Route 550,<br />
but the Million Dollar Highway is the nickname<br />
that stuck once people suggested the views<br />
offered by it were worth a million dollars.<br />
The road in its entirety runs all the way<br />
from Bernalillo in New Mexico to Montrose<br />
in Colorado, but it is the stretch from Silverton<br />
to Ouray that people talk about.<br />
In our case, we’d ridden from Cortez to<br />
Durango early in the morning, with a motel<br />
<strong>book</strong>ed in town for that night, leaving us the<br />
day to explore this incredible stretch of road.<br />
This being a Sunday and with the leaves in full<br />
change for autumn it was busy, but definitely<br />
worth the effort. Our intention was to ride<br />
the 70 miles north to the town of Ourray (the<br />
Switzerland of Colorado as some people call<br />
it), turn around and ride back again.<br />
And what a ride it was, with endless<br />
corners leading on to ever more spectacular<br />
views of the Rocky Mountains. Dotted along<br />
the landscape were abandoned timber mining<br />
towns that once mined for silver.<br />
Like Utah, there are also some fantastic dirt<br />
roads in this region, many of them connected,<br />
meaning that you can cross Colorado without<br />
barely having to touch tarmac. An option for<br />
dirt biker riders would be to fly into Denver<br />
and explore west from there.<br />
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NEW MEXICO<br />
This is where the trip started to take on a<br />
new dimension, and in turn, propelling us in<br />
a new direction.<br />
Until now we’d been circling the places we<br />
wanted to see and enjoying the relatively short<br />
distances between them. It was now however<br />
time to start thinking about how and when we<br />
were going to begin making our way across<br />
the country in the direction of New York.<br />
The destination, and deadline, had been<br />
set by the return flights to England that had<br />
been <strong>book</strong>ed in advance. Many flight <strong>book</strong>ing<br />
websites allow you to have a different exit<br />
point to entry point, which is a good way of<br />
going about planning a point to point trip. In<br />
hindsight however we would probably have<br />
flown back out of Las Vegas and enjoyed the<br />
rest of our time exploring more of the areas we<br />
had until this point been enjoying. Alas, we’d<br />
already made other plans.<br />
We decided the best option was to drop<br />
south, crossing the country that way - to avoid<br />
any bad weather in the Midwest - before curling<br />
back up towards New York. The start of this<br />
route would take us into New Mexico, a place<br />
that we would soon find to be very different<br />
and unique when compared to other parts of<br />
the country we had seen. We liked it down here.<br />
It has a very distinct character.<br />
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WHICH BIKE?<br />
One of the big questions that can trip a lot<br />
of people up is choosing the right bike for their<br />
adventure. In a sense it’s easier to start with a<br />
bike you like and develop a trip or adventure<br />
around that.<br />
This is effectively what I’d done with the GS. I<br />
knew it would be good at taking rider, passenger<br />
and all the gear. I knew it would be good at<br />
doing decent distances, in relative comfort, and<br />
I knew with somewhere like America there’s<br />
always going to be a dealer network to help you<br />
out if things went wrong. I think then that this<br />
America trip was the perfect ‘adventure’ for this<br />
bike, though obviously it could have coped with<br />
more testing conditions.<br />
If however I was coming at it the other way<br />
and thinking about a trip such as Sydney to<br />
London again and needing to choose a bike<br />
suitable I wouldn’t have ended up at the door<br />
of the GS. Too expensive, too complicated,<br />
too much risk, and in a sense it’s unnecessary<br />
for that sort of route, with much of it through<br />
developing nations where mopeds are<br />
common transport. In that sense the postie<br />
bike was genuinely a good choice for that trip.<br />
Ultimately, you have to ride the bike you<br />
feel most comfortable on. There is no perfect<br />
bike. On a tighter budget, something like a<br />
Honda Varadero would be good for this trip.<br />
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THE YELLOW FLOWER<br />
These yellow flowers had followed us all<br />
the way from Arizona, to Utah, Colorado and<br />
now into New Mexico. They lined the roadside<br />
for mile after mile, bringing a third colour<br />
to a world that was often just sky and dirt.<br />
The official name for them is the Grindelia<br />
Squarrosa and are known to grow in areas<br />
where the soil has been disturbed, hence along<br />
the roadside, which was rampant with them.<br />
It seems a truism that the more you relax<br />
into an adventure the more you start to notice<br />
and observe things by the roadside, especially<br />
along the predominately quiet straight roads<br />
of Southwest America. The 55mph speed<br />
limit most certainly helps, with it a commonly<br />
shared belief that this is an ideal speed for<br />
adventure motorcycle travel, where it’s not<br />
typically about going fast or racing from point<br />
to point, more about taking things in.<br />
For this reason, it can be frustrating to be on<br />
a deadline and to pass a place or lookout you<br />
want to stop and see but time is now against you.<br />
What you can sometimes find is that you feel<br />
like you’ve ridden a long way but not actually<br />
seen much of anything. Learning to slow down<br />
and soak up the adventure does take time and<br />
practice. It could be down to the fact that we<br />
live our lives back home in a whirlwind and try<br />
and apply that mindset to our trips. Relax.<br />
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LOS ALAMOS<br />
On the road from Taos to Santa Fe you drive<br />
past the turning for Los Alamos, a name that<br />
rang a bell as being the place where the nuclear<br />
bombs that were dropped on Japan at the end<br />
of WW2 were designed and manufactured.<br />
We ventured off the highway to see what the<br />
town was like.<br />
It was a modern town, no more than two<br />
or three stories high, set out on a grid and<br />
built on the plateau at the top of a ridge. It<br />
was clearly much more prosperous than the<br />
town of Espanola, back down in the bottom<br />
of the valley. We went in the free museum. It<br />
explained how the town was founded in 1942<br />
as a direct response to the war, the intention<br />
being to bring all the scientists to one<br />
place, away from prying eyes, and whilst in<br />
development it was as though the town didn’t<br />
exist. Some of the scientists even claim to have<br />
not even known that they were building a<br />
bomb at all.<br />
The town was clearly very proud of the part<br />
it played in the victory of World War II. Tucked<br />
away in the corner of the museum were the<br />
stories of those Americans affected by radiation<br />
poisoning caused by the manufacture, storage<br />
and transportation of the country’s nuclear<br />
industry. We left the town thinking it was a<br />
shame that we ever had to build them.<br />
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SANTA FE AND TAOS<br />
These two cities are roughly 70 miles apart<br />
and unique in their continued use of Pueblo<br />
influenced architecture. Think the Flinstones.<br />
Santa Fe was founded as a Spanish colony<br />
in 1610 and is now the capital city of New<br />
Mexico. It doesn’t feel big though, with a main<br />
square geared towards artists and tourism.<br />
Taos is much the same, but on a smaller scale,<br />
with the area around the tourist hub feeling<br />
grittier and more authentic than it does in<br />
Santa Fe. Local Pueblo Indians sell their<br />
jewellery from rugs laid out on the floor in the<br />
shade. For them to be allowed to do this they<br />
have to have made the jewellery themselves.<br />
Red chillies hang in heavy bunches above<br />
door frames. There is a mix of European<br />
and Mexican influence. Despite the heat<br />
in the summer there are ski resorts in the<br />
mountains surrounding both cities. Taos<br />
enjoys a popularity amongst affluent and<br />
often famous people, with eco houses being<br />
built on the flat lands surrounding the town.<br />
The Rio Grande River runs through the area.<br />
Away from the cities you see what seem to be<br />
hermits living out in the scrub. They dwell in<br />
broken caravans, often with a collection of<br />
stripped and rusting cars in the yards. Some<br />
keep horses. They seem to be living off grid. It<br />
is a very unique area. More time needed to see.<br />
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WALTER WHITE’S HOUSE<br />
For anyone who’s watched the TV show<br />
Breaking Bad, they’ll probably be aware that<br />
it’s set in the New Mexico city of Albuquerque.<br />
We’d watched it through to the end on<br />
Netflix and thought it was a great show, though<br />
arguably not as good as The Shield.<br />
Skip forward to our time in New Mexico,<br />
where we found ourselves in Santa Fe a few<br />
days longer than we’d anticipated. I’d had to<br />
get the bike serviced at the BMW dealer there,<br />
plus we didn’t have the energy to get back on<br />
the road straight away, and so instead took<br />
the Emerald Highway - a short scenic back<br />
route - down to Albuquerque for the day. The<br />
intention was to find the house where Walter<br />
White - the main character in BB - lived. Such<br />
things are easy to find on the internet, and<br />
you can even go on guided tours of all the<br />
major filming locations in and around the city.<br />
Whatever your favourite TV show or movie,<br />
there’s bound to be locations you can visit.<br />
Arriving in the city we followed the<br />
directions to a suburb that was surprisingly<br />
pleasant, as parts of Albuquerque we’d come<br />
through had been quite rough. The owners<br />
of the house were sat in the garage on garden<br />
chairs. They said they get up to 200 people a<br />
day visiting the house. They didn’t mind, just<br />
as long as you parked across the street.<br />
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ROSWELL<br />
From Santa Fe we rode the lonely Highway<br />
285 down to Roswell, home of the suspected<br />
alien landings. It took all day to get there,<br />
the road straight for miles on end, now very<br />
flat having left the foothills of the Colorado<br />
Rockies behind. There were very few towns<br />
along the way, and what towns there were,<br />
were all in a state of decline and in one case -<br />
Encino - almost abandoned altogether.<br />
The images on the previous page are from<br />
that town, with those of the roadside diner<br />
taken at the next town of Vaughn. The diner<br />
was a converted gas station, staffed by a tall,<br />
focused and somewhat stern man, of strong<br />
Christian faith given the way he’d decorated<br />
the interior. He was rude to a family who<br />
didn’t know what they wanted, but he did<br />
make a terrific burger.<br />
Roswell by comparison is a large and on<br />
initial appearances, pleasant town. There is a<br />
big military academy there, which you drive<br />
past on the way into town. There are also the<br />
usual line up of fast food restaurants, chain<br />
motels and discount stores.<br />
Most tourists here go looking for the UFO<br />
museum found downtown. It isn’t great, but<br />
it’ll definitely entertain a suspicious mind.<br />
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THE JOURNEY EAST<br />
From here we really didn’t know what to<br />
expect. Rather than riding the interstate all the<br />
way across the country, and seeing nothing<br />
but tarmac, we’d decided to take the secondary<br />
roads, namely the 380 and then the 82, all the<br />
way across the south of America, through<br />
Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi and Alabama,<br />
before we could start curling up through the<br />
Appalachian Mountains, on a collision course<br />
with New York.<br />
Little did we know just how baron and<br />
desolate it was going to be. At times it would be<br />
as empty as the landscape in Utah and Nevada,<br />
but here there wouldn’t be canyons and dramatic<br />
rocky ridges for distraction. Instead, there would<br />
be nothing but endless prairie and unpopulated<br />
agricultural land. There would be small towns,<br />
long straight roads and destitution unlike<br />
anything we’d seen on this journey so far, aside<br />
from our brief passage through the suburbs of<br />
North Las Vegas, to get to Lake Mead.<br />
As I’d learned from my ride across America<br />
on the postie bike, passing through some of the<br />
roughest parts of the cities - Detroit, Chicago,<br />
St. Louis - plus the Midwest States of Kansas<br />
and Missouri - that America can be a country<br />
of extremes, along every dimension. It can<br />
be rich, poor, black, white, peaceful, violent,<br />
bland, exciting. Much like anywhere else.<br />
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TEXAS<br />
Texas surprised us. Or at least this part of<br />
it did. It was desolate, void of life in the most<br />
part, but still oddly intriguing, reminding me,<br />
if anything, of the long straight roads across<br />
the Australian Outback.<br />
A common sight along the route would be<br />
the nodding donkeys of the pump-jacks, some<br />
so old and rusty that you didn’t think could<br />
possibly be working, but then every so often<br />
one of them would be nodding rhythmically<br />
up and down as they drew oil from the earth.<br />
The towns we stopped in always seemed<br />
to be struggling. There would always be<br />
abandoned buildings in the centre. One<br />
place, a small community by the name of<br />
Clairemont, had been abandoned all together,<br />
just old wooden buildings, and the brick jail<br />
house remained.<br />
All towns on this route had tall silver water<br />
towers with the name of the town painted on<br />
them. It was always the first sign of a town<br />
approaching. There was a sense of wariness<br />
sometimes before people would dare strike up<br />
conversation. A few wanted to know about the<br />
invasion of Muslims in England. They’d seen<br />
it on the news. Most had sense deep down to<br />
know that not everything you see on the TV<br />
is true. I find what you see on the TV, sadly,<br />
is counter to what you experience in real life.<br />
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PARIS<br />
Paris is a town to the north east of Dallas.<br />
It’s claim to fame is having the tallest Eiffel<br />
Tower outside of France, and to be different<br />
they’ve topped it off with a red cowboy hat;<br />
giving it a very Texan Twist.<br />
The town itself is very pretty. It is formed<br />
around a central square, made up of beautiful<br />
old buildings, many of them now stood empty,<br />
the others turned into antique stores, but<br />
which should just read old furniture. Black<br />
men wander the street and say hello. It’s the<br />
first time we notice a difference in the racial<br />
mix. There is some poverty here. The houses<br />
near the centre were rotting, families sat on<br />
the balconies, watching their buildings rot.<br />
I think as a European we notice it more,<br />
because the towns here empty outwards, the<br />
poverty converging on the centre, the wealth<br />
and economy fanning outwards, as opposed<br />
to back home where it seems the opposite way<br />
around. It means that a quarter of a mile out<br />
you’ve got all the chain stores - the Walmarts,<br />
the Mcdonald’s. It’s a shame such shops<br />
couldn’t make better use of the buildings in the<br />
centre, rather than pre-fabricating their own.<br />
We stopped at a local bakery for cake. We<br />
chatted with an old man who used to run a<br />
music store in town. Then we moved on, to the<br />
next one.<br />
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THE DEEP SOUTH<br />
Having ridden across the length of Texas,<br />
taking us three days to do so, we crossed into<br />
Arkansas, a forgettable state, mainly because<br />
the path we took through it missed out most<br />
of the best parts. Having spent a night in the<br />
town of Crossett - where the chemicals from<br />
a paper mill are claimed to have caused a<br />
number of cancers in the town over previous<br />
decades - we continued east into Mississippi,<br />
crossing the river that gave the state its name.<br />
All around this area are fields of cotton,<br />
like white cotton wool poppies, with<br />
Greenwood known as the cotton capital of<br />
the world. The food in the south is soulful.<br />
We ate at one local diner which was like a<br />
school canteen. It was packed with people<br />
of all ages, creeds and colours. We liked<br />
the atmosphere down here. It was inviting.<br />
In Greenwood we stayed at a motel to the<br />
south of the town. The owner warned us about<br />
going into the city centre, saying it was too<br />
dangerous. We ventured in, finding it a curious<br />
place of prosperity mixed with poverty. Effort<br />
was being made to generate the town and keep<br />
it on its feet. There was a heavy police presence.<br />
To us it seemed like the Deep South was<br />
struggling a little with its racial past, but it<br />
would be naive to assume it was an issue of<br />
race alone, more like an issue of poverty.<br />
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BIRMINGHAM, ALABAMA<br />
There was an unexpected change of plan<br />
here in Birmingham. With my pillion <strong>book</strong>ed<br />
on a flight out of New York five days before me<br />
- due to work commitments - and us nowhere<br />
near NY, she was forced to take an internal<br />
flight in order to catch her international one<br />
home to England. This would mean the last<br />
1000 miles without a passenger. Not ideal but<br />
the only workable solution.<br />
The day before her flight we ventured into<br />
downtown Birmingham, aiming for the Civil<br />
Rights Museum that is located beside Kelly<br />
Ingram Park - named after the first African<br />
American sailor to die in World War I. The<br />
museum was a sombre place, with images and<br />
stories of horrors committed not that long ago.<br />
We lament the barbarity of the present, but it<br />
always seems as though it’s been in us.<br />
A homeless man outside by the name of<br />
Andrew gave us a tour of the park. He’d lived<br />
just a few blocks away from the park during the<br />
civil rights protests that took place here during<br />
the sixties. He was mournful. Industry in the<br />
city had gone. Commerce fills some of the void.<br />
That commerce now encroaches on the area<br />
around the park. It seemed like he felt as though<br />
the battle had still been lost. Andrew directed<br />
us to a great local diner called Miss B’s. We took<br />
him back a takeaway dinner, but he had gone.<br />
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THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS<br />
With a faint glimmer of rain I began my<br />
journey towards New York, the route planned<br />
to take in what I’d been told would be the<br />
stunning Appalachian Mountains. You can<br />
take an interstate that runs parallel to them, or<br />
you can take a road right along the top of the<br />
tallest ridge, called the Blue Ridge Parkway.<br />
The start of it would be found some 280 miles<br />
Northwest of Birmingham. The road I took to<br />
get there would take me through Chatanooga,<br />
home of the famous train, then along the banks<br />
of the Ocoee River, where dozens of inflatable<br />
rafts were tackling the choppy waters.<br />
It was a world of trees, rivers and lakes. The<br />
towns and villages were small, passing from<br />
Tennessee into North Carolina. It was a great<br />
place to be riding a motorcycle.<br />
I was aiming that night for a bike campsite<br />
by the name of Iron Horse, not far from the<br />
town of Robbinsville. An organisation by the<br />
name of Horizons Unlimited was holding<br />
an event there. It would be full of travellers<br />
on motorbikes and seemed like a good<br />
destination. The notion of overland travel by<br />
motorcycle - across foreign countries - hasn’t<br />
caught on quite as quickly in the States as it<br />
has back home in Europe. Maybe the reason<br />
for this is because they have so much amazing<br />
scenery right on their own doorstep.<br />
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TAIL OF THE DRAGON<br />
America is often accused of only have<br />
long straight roads, hence the popularity of<br />
Harley Davidsons. Clearly it’s not true that all<br />
roads here are curve free, as in the West of the<br />
country we’d already ridden some fantastic<br />
roads, and those on this side of the country<br />
were proving equally twisty.<br />
One of the most famous in this area is<br />
the Tail of the Dragon, notorious for its 318<br />
corners in just 11 miles. It’s a road you ride<br />
along, get to the end, turn around and ride<br />
back again. There’s a gas station and parking<br />
area at one end, which, with this being a<br />
Sunday, was packed with bikes and cars. The<br />
road was busy too, but at times you could still<br />
get an empty stretch of road and build up a<br />
rhythm. A policeman was parked up in one<br />
layby with a speed gun, thankfully aimed the<br />
other way. In other laybys photography crews<br />
snap pictures of everyone going by, which you<br />
can then buy later that day online.<br />
I met an organised tour group of English<br />
people on bikes. One had had an accident and<br />
the tour leader was trying to fathom out what<br />
had happened and see if he was alright. This is<br />
the danger of group riding, and riding on busy<br />
roads. That’s why I still maintain that a solo<br />
adventure can be safer than one in a group.<br />
You have no one behind you, egging you on.<br />
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HOW DID THE BIKE HOLD UP?<br />
The bike coped well with the trip, as well<br />
as I’d expected it to. Obviously the differences<br />
between this bike and smaller Honda are vast.<br />
About the BMW I preferred the ease with<br />
which it carried all the gear and two people.<br />
I liked having cruise control and suspension<br />
that you could stiffen with controls on the<br />
handlebars. I liked that it had plenty of power<br />
and also that it didn’t cause me any troubles.<br />
The only fault was a headlight bulb that went in<br />
Santa Fe. It also suffered from engine pinging<br />
at the high altitudes around Grand Canyon,<br />
especially on the lower grade fuel than what<br />
you get back home. During the trip I also had<br />
to get the bike serviced in Santa Fe at a cost of<br />
$300. That was just to keep my manufacturers<br />
warranty up. Tyres, surprisingly would last the<br />
full duration - a total of 6000 miles - which<br />
was done with a full payload of around 210<br />
kilos, plus extreme temperatures at times. The<br />
weight of the camping gear in the yellow bag<br />
did make the bike top heavy, which I think is<br />
something that contributed to the fatigue I felt<br />
towards the end.<br />
At times during this trip it made me<br />
question how I’d ridden so many months and<br />
miles on the post bike trip. Maybe it’s because<br />
of a very direct focus and goal, or perhaps the<br />
lack of fatigue from a smaller, lighter machine.<br />
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DOUG WOODARD<br />
I met Doug at a gas station just off the<br />
Blue Ridge Parkway. I’d pulled off to one of<br />
the nearby towns to get some fuel and saw<br />
him knelt beside his bike, struggling to get it<br />
started. Having paid for my petrol I went over<br />
and asked him how it was going.<br />
It turned out that Doug had been on the<br />
road for 10 years. He was on his 5th scooter<br />
in that time, was aged 43 and had an 18 year<br />
old son. He described how he worked his way<br />
around the country, setting up camp, finding<br />
work with one of the local agencies, saving<br />
money and once with enough money moves<br />
on again. He kept telling me he was tired of<br />
living like that, wrestling with the decision to<br />
stop and settle down. Even his son told him to<br />
grow up and settle down.<br />
He told me he wanted to but found it difficult.<br />
He said that he might stop when he’s fifty years<br />
old, but for the time being was just scared of<br />
settling down and living with that reality.<br />
This contrasted with a conversation<br />
I overhead earlier in the day; two ladies<br />
discussing a man they knew who was getting<br />
restless in his forties, ‘He feels like he hasn’t<br />
done anything with his life,’ I heard them<br />
say. I suppose somewhere between these<br />
two extremes is the answer. Finding it is<br />
undoubtedly the hardest part.<br />
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MEADOWS OF DAN<br />
This picture was taken at a petrol station<br />
and grocery store in the Meadows of Dan, a<br />
small community roughly half way along the<br />
Blue Ridge Parkway.<br />
I’d camped there that night at a motorcycle<br />
only campsite known as Willville, found on<br />
the edge of town. I’d set up tent and returned<br />
to the grocery store for some basic items<br />
to cook on the stove; pasta and some milk<br />
for tea. With Halloween approaching, and<br />
with the vegetable in season, a vast assembly<br />
of pumpkins were all out on display. Other<br />
vegetables were piled up in wooden casks and<br />
the shop sold predominantly local produce.<br />
It was a great community to discover,<br />
finding it impossible to get a phone signal, and<br />
with no wifi it did a good job of bringing you<br />
back to reality and appreciating the beautiful<br />
landscape around. I camped beside a river, and<br />
in the morning those of us on the campsite sat<br />
on the veranda of Will - the owner - who made<br />
everyone fresh coffee. Being from overseas they<br />
took the piss quite a lot but were a good bunch.<br />
We talked politics, religion and motorbikes,<br />
topics not always wise to discuss. One man<br />
there wouldn’t ride through Canada on his bike<br />
as he couldn’t carry his gun. It was funny. The<br />
world is funny. Deep down I’m sure we could<br />
all get on, though he was scared of bears.<br />
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WASHINGTON, DC<br />
Having crossed the Appalachian<br />
Mountains and joined the interstate in order<br />
to cover quicker ground, I couldn’t help but be<br />
sidetracked by the signs for Washington, and<br />
not needing to be in New York to drop the bike<br />
off at the shipping agent until the next day at<br />
the latest (I flew home the next night) I thought<br />
there was just enough time to squeeze in a<br />
passage through the capital of America.<br />
I usually avoid major cities, especially on<br />
a bike that’s fully loaded and up until recently<br />
two-up. They’re just a lot of hard work, in stop<br />
start traffic and offer no real joy on a bike.<br />
Washington seemed to make sense though,<br />
and so I headed there on a grey warm day.<br />
It was a nice place, especially around the<br />
main War Memorial and Reflection Pond,<br />
the White House visible just across the lawn.<br />
Many tourists were enjoying the sights. I<br />
was struck by how self indulgent travelling,<br />
and sight seeing has become. A sense that<br />
you don’t go to see, but to be seen, through<br />
the power of photography and Face<strong>book</strong>/<br />
Instagram/Twitter. I may sometimes be guilty<br />
of the same, though try not to be.<br />
Travelling in that sense can be difficult.<br />
Unless you have a genuine curiosity and<br />
interest in places and people, you might<br />
sometimes be better off staying at home.<br />
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THE END OF THE ROAD<br />
The last few hundred miles to New York<br />
marked the end of a five week journey, my<br />
passenger having already been home for a<br />
few days already. It was a shame we didn’t<br />
finish what we started together as no doubt<br />
she would have enjoyed the scenery of the<br />
Appalachian Mountains, although for the busy<br />
and sometimes chaotic interstates on the way<br />
into New York I’m glad she wasn’t on the back.<br />
Coming to the end of an adventure is always<br />
a strange emotion. In this instance I was tired<br />
and aching from being on the bike every day<br />
since we landed here. I was ready to get off it<br />
and not have to ride for a while. And yet on<br />
the other hand I had that familiar reluctance<br />
to bring an adventure to a close, as for all the<br />
ups and downs it’s still a brilliant place to be;<br />
on a bike, travelling across parts of the world<br />
you haven’t seen before. By comparison the<br />
lure of going home isn’t always so strong.<br />
Things would be a bit different this time<br />
however. I would be returning home a married<br />
man. In that sense it seemed more a case of<br />
one adventure ending, but definitely another<br />
one ready to begin.<br />
People often lament what they have, or<br />
what they don’t have. I’ve learnt over the<br />
course of these adventures that you can’t have<br />
everything, but love is a good place to start.<br />
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POSTSCRIPT<br />
It has been just over two weeks since I arrived back in<br />
England. The flight brought me home via Brussels and then onto<br />
Birmingham, coincidently the English city Birmingham Alabama<br />
is named after. The bike is still in America, with the latest update<br />
being that it is stuck at the depot in New York as some of the<br />
paperwork was missing and the agency will have to apply to US<br />
customs in order to release it. Hopefully it should be back in a<br />
month’s time, all being well, as the plan was to have it on a stand<br />
beside the postie bike at the NEC bike show in November. I feel<br />
the two bikes sit nicely alongside each other as different ends of<br />
the same spectrum.<br />
In the meantime I’m not missing being on the bike and<br />
neither is my pillion. Both of us are glad of some comfy<br />
armchairs in the house we live together in, not far from where<br />
we first met. From first date to marriage and co-habiting in<br />
nine short months. As much as you can try and map out your<br />
life and envisage where it’s going to take you, you never can be<br />
certain just what curve-ball will be sent your way, sending you<br />
spinning off in a whole new direction.<br />
The only part of being on the road we miss for the time being is<br />
the simplicity of it. Every morning you wake up and all you have to<br />
do is decide on where you’re going to ride and what you’re going to<br />
stop to look at. As a result it can bring great clarity and focus. It declutters<br />
the mind and allows you to think more clearly.<br />
This contrasts with life in the real world, where you can soon find<br />
yourself worn down by the bombardment of bank bills, insurance<br />
on cars being due, friends and relatives to visit, shopping to do,<br />
gyms to attend. So much to get muddled up in and loose sight of the<br />
things that really matter in life, such as the people you spend it with.<br />
I’m not sure at this point if we’ll go on another extended bike<br />
trip together. I think four weeks is long enough for someone<br />
who doesn’t necessarily like bikes, though to be fair, that a firsttime<br />
pillion rider managed almost 5,000 miles across America<br />
without so much as a grumble (maybe one or two) is testament<br />
to her character and ability to tolerate being married to a biker.<br />
A few people we met on our travels repeated the same saying;<br />
‘Those who ride together, stay together,’ and it would certainly<br />
seem that if you can tolerate each other all day on a bike, and<br />
all night in a tent, then you’re definitely on to a very good thing.<br />
Don’t think ride.
A big thanks to the companies who<br />
supported the trip in one way or another.<br />
They’re all firms I’d dealt with in the past and<br />
knew them to offer good products and service.<br />
American company AltRider had provided<br />
the engine protection guards, Continental the<br />
TKC70 tyres, Oxford the tank bag and lock,<br />
Adventure Spec the Klim jacket, Resurgence<br />
Gear the Kevlar jeans, Gaerne the boots I wore,<br />
Rev’it provided boots for the pillion, Metal Mule<br />
loaned a set of their Ute panniers and back rack,<br />
Adventure Bike Shop and Bahnstormers both<br />
gave a bit of a discount on spare parts and the<br />
latter loaned the black textile trousers, whilst<br />
James Cargo did a great job with the shipping.<br />
Cotswold Outdoor lent the multi fuel stove and<br />
a pair of sporks. Nippy Norman provided a<br />
Wunderlich gear lever. Many thanks to all.