April 22-23, 2017
Posted on October 23, 2017
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Following the coast to Matt’s avocado farm
When we decide to fly, we fly far, but when we dream, we fly further. Our dream was to ride around Baja, and now that we flew across the continent to live in California, our dream started turning into a plan. In retrospect we over-prepared in some ways and didn’t prepare enough in others, but none of it mattered anymore. The morning we left, there was a visceral energy in the air – a mixture of fear, excitement and hope. We planned to explore Baja Norte off-road and we didn’t know what was going to happen. Will we have enough fuel? How will we manage in deep sand with all our luggage? What’s going to happen if we get stuck in the middle of nowhere? How will we manage with our lack of Spanish? Life’s beauty lies in the experience and so in there we will find our answers.
The Pacific just off Mex 1
August 17-23, 2017
Posted on September 10, 2017
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In another life I was very much into astronomy. Not that one needs an excuse to go see an eclipse, but I felt I almost had to. You know, for research. Plus, it would be our first trip on street bikes since the 2013 outing to Newfoundland. This was going to be a little different.
September 6-8, 2015
Posted on June 20, 2017
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It was a Sunday morning – great time to be needing to send that last box of leftover motorcycle parts home. The post offices are all closed and usps.com does not accept a non-US credit card billing address. After much trying, I finally tricked it into giving me a shipping label, left the box with the hotel clerk and we were out.
In about two hours we turned off the main highway somewhere in the Coachella Valley and I had to finally stop and snap a photo of these marvellous wind farms, which were literally everywhere.
Upon finishing this masterpiece of desert photography, I was about to start riding again but forgot the WR250R was a tad taller than my previous ride, and the road shoulder had a slant, and the stars were not aligned right… In glorious slow motion I tilted to the side and did not stop tilting until my bike and I were down in the bushes.
August 31 — September 5, 2015
Posted on May 31, 2017
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There are worse places to get stuck in, I suppose. Death Valley would be one of them. A little known fact is that there was a time when I dreamed of being a movie star and coming to Hollywood. By the time we started this trip I was feeling the opposite, and was going to skip Los Angeles entirely. The joke was on me, here I was, involuntarily stuck in the City of Angels, betrayed by the blown pistons of a tired 225 cc engine.
The broken heart of the XT225