A video tribute to my 2003 KLR685: I couldn’t let it go without paying honor to a motorcycle I have shared so many years with, even if it is just a KLR. That’s saying something since I have never done this for any ex-boyfriend. I wanted to show and explain a little bit of … Continue reading
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What happens when a DR-Z, a KLR, and a KTM meet…
We ran the gamut on engine displacement that day. There was celebration by playing in the dirt, and bouncing around in terrain that looked like we landed on the moon… But it was only Paisley, OR. We rode until the sun was no longer high in the sky. The heat of the day faded quickly … Continue reading
The trail of the wandering Wickershams
It was a Tuesday, the sun was playing behind the hills, not ready to set, but no longer shining bright on us. We pulled into a nearly empty campsite and shook out our hands and legs, finally giving rest to the bikes after miles of vibrating beneath us. As I rushed off to the restroom, … Continue reading
10 days… 1522 miles of bugs, dust and grime… and barely breaking in a Klim suit.
Some companies know how to do it right. Klim (as in climb) gear is one of them. (http://www.klim.com/en-us/moto) A small family operated company out of Idaho, they seem know what people like when it comes to adventure gear: waterproof, breathable and durable. Of the many years I have been riding, there have been some improvements … Continue reading
Setting sail…
The hours passed with grace as we walked down the sidewalks of Port Townsend. Wooden signs flipped over and neon lights dimmed as stores closed when the day turned to evening. It was a long weekend observing the end of summer, and the holiday was used to celebrate a belated Mother’s Day. The time together … Continue reading
There are some hills I can’t climb…a.k.a. Knowing when to turn around…
Let me start off by saying, I don’t like turning around. My first inclination is to push forward in order to find out what lay ahead, mostly since I have already been where I just came from. Occasionally, I find myself in the position, usually one where my safety would be compromised, where I must … Continue reading
the Painted Desert…(edited)
(*sometimes I struggle with how little or how much to share…so here is version 3, edited excerpt of “Flagstaff, Loosing Bolts, the Painted Desert, Taos, and the 1,000 miles home”*) Riding along I- 40, for as wide open as it is crossing the Arizona desert, felt like a wind tunnel. The day’s end brought me … Continue reading
Chasing Colorado… (mountains, hills, and two wheels)
(Overdue post!) So, just how many different bikes can I ride in a week? Um… 6… It was a week in high elevations with great company, amazing views, delicious beer, and making my motorcycles at home jealous… I imagine its all the fresh air that is making my lungs burn. The winds are picking up velocity … Continue reading
Morning Ride on Old Spanish Trail Hwy…
OX12… a soloist amongst family
At first arrival to Overland Expo, I was overwhelmed at how much the event had grown. What felt like an intimate community last year, had turned into a BMW GS rally that I hadn’t received the memo for… Yet by the last day, and after meeting so many great people, Sandy and Terry Borden (www.adventuretrio.com) … Continue reading