Welcome

This site is dedicated to our biking friends: most, but not all, of whom rode Route 66 with us in June 2009, and subsequently travelled north to Alaska in search of adventure.  Yes, there were breakdowns and accidents, personality issues and, eventually, a split within the group.  But, for all that, we had a great time.  This blog is our gift to you all.  Use it as you will to spoof, winge, make future plans, share links, insult each other and, generally, keep in touch.

Click on the “The Small Print” link (top right) for information on how to use the site.

Until next time, ride safe.

Brigid & John

4 thoughts on “Welcome”

  1. thanks Brigid
    hopefully everybody will show up where the feck are they?
    chris

  2. Thanks a lot for all the work setting this site up, Brigid and John.

    It’s always a great time when you are on the road! Even the worst of times, well, they are pretty good too.

    In April 1979 my RD 400 Yamaha took me from St Louis to Alamagordo, NM. That was the trip from hell. April 10th, Norman, Oklahoma. I got to ride in a tornado. Two days later, after finding out it could still snow on the interstate in eastern New Mexico in April (and it was possible to ride in a blizzard), I gave up and took a left at Santa Rosa, only to get a flat rear tire 100 miles from nowhere.

    I also found out that two stroke oil is consumed at a prodigious rate in 70 mph crosswinds, bald tires hydroplane with startling ease, there is an art to fastening a backpack to a motorcycle that you learn about the 25th time, and duct tape and trash bags are the poor man’s everything.

    I have a nice photo of my bike, flat rear tire, middle of nowhere, snow on the road and the bike both, the duct-tape-from-hell bungee nightmare pack sortof still aboard.

    I was wearing a whole box of trash bags, all the duct tape the backpack could spare (and some it should have had…) and the biggest shit-eatingest grin you ever saw. That was my first big trip, and I was so totally hooked. 25 years old, Frozen, Wet, Starving, broke, damn it was a great time.

    Life is Good!

  3. Len,

    That sounds like it really was the trip from Hell as far as weather and stuff going wrong. However, it is often those bad times which make the good times so good. So from that perspective even the bad times are good!

    John

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