I have been pondering where to go on my annual summer trip this year. My walk-about so to speak. I do at least one every year, and have worn out lots of bikes doing so. Current estimates are that I have over a half-million miles of riding under my belt.
The ultimate dream trip has always been Alaska. Riding the Al-Can highway all the way there and back again. It is 4365 miles each way, Dallas to Fairbanks . . . and I expect I would add another 3 or 4 thousand miles in side trips.
I have been “planning” to do this for about 25 years. Every year something is not quite ready . . . not enough money, not enough time, not the right bike (a dual sport would be ideal . . . like an ST1300) and so on.
I am not quite sure I understand why I have not gone as yet. I have made many summer runs that are well over the mileage and have no fear of the open road.
I also have no fear of the bears, moose, or countless other “boogie men” that folks are quick to point out will befall me if I attempt such a trip. I have faced worse things in my life than could ever be found in the wilderness and prevailed . . . or at least survived. One day I may not survive an adventure . . . but there are worse things than that.
I have finally realized (much like when I said "screw it" and bought The Dragon, my first new machine) that the time will never be 'right'. Just gotta drop it and go, or one day I’m going to be 75 and wondering why I never went.
Maybe a solo trip . . .
Late June looks good . . . The hell with it. I’m off to Alaska.
The ultimate dream trip has always been Alaska. Riding the Al-Can highway all the way there and back again. It is 4365 miles each way, Dallas to Fairbanks . . . and I expect I would add another 3 or 4 thousand miles in side trips.
I have been “planning” to do this for about 25 years. Every year something is not quite ready . . . not enough money, not enough time, not the right bike (a dual sport would be ideal . . . like an ST1300) and so on.
I am not quite sure I understand why I have not gone as yet. I have made many summer runs that are well over the mileage and have no fear of the open road.
I also have no fear of the bears, moose, or countless other “boogie men” that folks are quick to point out will befall me if I attempt such a trip. I have faced worse things in my life than could ever be found in the wilderness and prevailed . . . or at least survived. One day I may not survive an adventure . . . but there are worse things than that.
I have finally realized (much like when I said "screw it" and bought The Dragon, my first new machine) that the time will never be 'right'. Just gotta drop it and go, or one day I’m going to be 75 and wondering why I never went.
Maybe a solo trip . . .
Late June looks good . . . The hell with it. I’m off to Alaska.
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