If the Greeks ever sculpted statues of athletic women, Lynne would have been their muse. She meticulously applied sunblock to her alabaster skin, standing sleek and strong in the snow. She looked built for this, her finely chiseled but feminine arms enviable and each movement made with grace and purpose.
I peed my pants that morning. If it hadn’t been so funny, it would have been pretty embarrassing. Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Expedition: Onward ho, cheesemongers!
My odometer hit 30,000kms somewhere in Colorado, and the feeling of being back in the United States was bittersweet. On the one hand I was happy and excited to have made it so far. On the other, I was sad it would all be coming to an end. The friends I met along the way reminded me the adventures weren’t over yet though, and for that I was grateful. I wasn’t ready to face the end quite yet. Continue reading ADVrider Mini-Motorcycle Diaries: 8 months, 30,000kms, two continents and one little Honda CGL 125
High up in the hills near Matehualpa in northern Mexico lays Real de Catorce, an old silver mining ‘ghost’ town dating back to the eighteenth century. It was a short riding day, less than 80km from Matehualpa, but 22km of cobblestone at high altitude wasn’t easy. The narrow one lane tunnel into town burrowed under a huge mountain Continue reading ADVrider Mini-Motorcycle Diaries: Mexican Ghost Towns and the Revenge of Mrs. Moneybags
Waking up at 5:45am to a 6.3 magnitude earthquake in the State of Veracruz, I could hear women screaming and crying Continue reading ADVrider Mini-Motorcycle Diaries: Mexicooooo!!!