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Well every trip has an ending, and this was going to be the day. Needless to say, some reflection is inevitable. This was my first motorcycle road trip, and it lasted just about a month. I feel I could have easily continued for a few more months. I’ve been on solo road trips before, and I am always asked the same question. “Don’t you get lonely being on the road all alone?” Absolutely not. In fact, it is just the opposite. All the lone riders out there know what I’m talking about. Traveling solo you run in to countless people where ever you go. People simply want to talk to you, and you don’t need to be on a motorcycle for this to happen either.

At the same time I do wonder what it would be like to actually travel in a group or with at least one other rider. Of course there are the pros and cons to this, but it must be tried. I saw a lot of groups of riders where ever I was. In fact, the number of solo riders I saw could be counted on one hand. Unless you were in a city, it was a rare sight indeed.

Easily ninety percent of the riders out there are on Harley’s. After reading the many negative threads on advrider about Harley riders, I think they get a bad wrap. These are some of the nicest people in the world. The fact I was on a BMW made no difference to them whatsoever. From the heavily tattooed black leather hard core biker to the orthodontist out for a joy ride, we are all riding for the same reasons and can all share similar experiences on the road. Perhaps this negative impression is more prevalent in places like LA where the souls of many people are more transparent, and what you drive defines who you are. But out in the country, I just didn’t see it. These are good people.

After the EWS failure, the bike didn’t have any other problems. It ran strong, and handled great despite the heavy load. Love the machine. The fact that every time you ride the thing it makes a different noise is kind of cool as well. The bike has a lot of personality.

After the initial meltdown, running the business from the road worked out very well. After awhile I got in to a good rhythm. The ideal situation was to find a library every morning. They are quiet and have wifi. Take care of the business nonsense, do a little development, and then hit the road again after lunch. None of my clients ever found out I was out of LA. Everything worked out perfectly.

Already looking forward to my next trip. Here is the final pic of the bike just before I get back to the LA basin.

Traffic in LA was miserable of course, but it was good to be back home.


Back in California, and getting closer back home to LA. Already starting to cringe at the idea of re-entering the city. It is always takes over an hour, through grid locked traffic and congestion. Fortunately, we can split lanes in California, and this is actually a lot of fun. But doing this non stop for an hour can rattle the nerves. Watching everything at once, trying to anticipate every car’s intentions, and then making an educated guess if you can squeeze through. All of this happening instantaneously for countless passes for the longest time. Of course, having panniers that are wider than the handle bars doesn’t help. But it must be done. These are the times you wish you had a nice narrow sport bike.

I love the city, but the one thing I just can’t stand is entering and exiting the city. It is always a big pain. Im starting to think to just not go back, and head East instead. Mighty tempting to say the least.

At least today, Ill be traveling along the ocean again, and that always makes for a good relaxing ride.

That evening I was hoping for one last night of camping, but it was not to be. All the campgrounds I came across were full. Pretty typical for being along the coast, and close to San Francisco. In the end, I had to get a hotel, but it actually wasn’t so bad. It had this zen garden that was probably used for wedding ceremonies. It was nice relaxing space despite the interstate noise that was just 100 feet way. I hung out here for quite awhile knowing that this would be it for this trip. Tomorrow Id be back in the thick of it.



Filed Under Canada '07

With the bad weather behind me, I made for the coast and the Redwoods. From freezing temps to perfect conditions over night. Riding at its best.

That night while camping in the Redwoods, I met a dude who I thought really had it figured out. He had a snow plowing business up in Canada. He worked all Winter clearing streets and driveways, and then come spring would jump on his bicycle and ride in to the states for 6 months. He had been doing this for years and had been just about everywhere in the U.S.

He also had a unique perspective I thought as motorcycle riders we don’t necessarily have. He travels so slowly on a bicycle that he really gets to feel the pulse of every town he passes through regardless of size. On motorcycles, much of the time we slow down just enough to see if there is anything of interest in the town. Once satisfied, we are off to our next destination as the memory of the place quickly fades in our rear view mirror. He could describe the character of just about every town on his route in detail. He definitely had some interesting stories to share.


Crater Lake

Filed Under Canada '07

Today was a really cold and wet day. The storm that was along the coast had made it far enough inland to really nail me hard. And it was freezing cold. I took the Cascade Lakes Scenic Byway through some really pretty country. The rain was unfortunate as you could tell how nice it would have been to go for a hike here. I decided to continue on, as it was freezing. What kind of summer weather is this?

The weather finally cleared up a bit as I made it to Crater Lake.

This group of Harley riders were freezing as well. It seemed some of their electric warming vests weren’t working. We all had a good laugh at how insanely cold it was for August.

Note to self: Need warmer clothing for next outing. And a wide angle lens.


I stayed in Battle Ground for a few days visiting an old friend from high school. We went white water river rafting on the White Salmon river. Here we are going down the Hussum falls. I’m the guy on the right side middle row of the boat screaming. Good times.

But the road was calling, and I was off. There was a storm coming in along the coast so I decided to head inland along the Colombian River. I stopped to get some gas and make some adjustments to my gear when the BeemerChef pulls up. I immediately recognized his rig from his many posts in advrider. Wow! I was meeting someone famous. We spoke at length, and my opinion of BMW riders was greatly improved. So lesson learned, don’t make a blanket judgment on first impressions. Really good dude.

Afterwards I headed south in to Oregon and through White River Falls State Park.

I wasn’t aware that the White River connected to the Deschutes River (or are they the same?) This was sort of interesting, because the previous year, I had gone white water rafting along this same stretch. I sort of stumbled upon this by accident. They let us jump in this more mellow part of the river and float down the mini rapids. The people you see walking in the distance, are on their way to jump in:

From there I headed to an Indian reservation. Don’t recall the name, and don’t recall seeing any Indians either. Although there was a casino at the very end. It was a nice road, and I had it all to myself. Not a car or bike to be seen.


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