Part II of European Motorcycle Madness

Colle del Gran San Bernardo, 85 miles from Aosta, Italy through Switzerland to Chamonix, France
Colle del Gran San Bernardo, 85 miles from Aosta, Italy through Switzerland to Chamonix, France

In early July 2012, I left my dear French friends and found myself alone on Ghettobike. I cruised out of Dijon at a much peppier pace, given half the previous weight was now on a train to Paris. My travel buddy, handy-girl and navigator was gone. We had been crammed on that bike like sardines for over 800 miles from London to Chalon-sur-Saône, but I missed her already. I was nervous for the solo part of the adventure Continue reading Part II of European Motorcycle Madness

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Where’d this motorcycle obsession come from, anyway?

Jenny, I'll miss you!

If you’ve perused the pages here, it’ll be obvious to you that I’m a pretty big fan of motorcycles. I don’t have a clue where this sudden love came from. I have a negative interest in nice cars (meaning I prefer to avoid them entirely) and have often found motorcyclists to be loud menaces to society Continue reading Where’d this motorcycle obsession come from, anyway?

KLE 500: 2012 European Motorcycle Madness

Image borrowed from his website.
Image borrowed from his website.

On April 26th, 2012, I was fortunate enough to hear Austin Vince give a presentation in Seattle about various awesome motorcycle adventurers you’ve never heard of. My good friend and recent travel buddy Ashley thought I’d be interested in going, but couldn’t make it there herself.

Having already purchased airlines tickets to Europe for the whole summer, with no real plan of what I’d be doing except hiking my third section of The Way of St. James, I decided I wanted to be one of those motorcyclists you’ve never heard of, too Continue reading KLE 500: 2012 European Motorcycle Madness

Aventures in Australia, Part I

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Ah, Austraaaaalia! The land of ultra violet rays, sunshine, draught, flatness, bogans*, and marsupial road kill. I’ve so far only experienced the last. My first kangaroo sighting was a gruesome and sad mess, followed shortly by a living, breathing roo laying peacefully in the grass. I frantically screamed at Tom to stop the ute**, camera at the ready, thinking how lucky I was to finally see one Continue reading Aventures in Australia, Part I

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Feeding the bug one frugal adventure at a time.

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