I’ll stress about them for months debating every possible outcome of my decision until finally a decision has to be made.

I’ve been reading a book recently that has my brain working overtime about something I have known for a long while but have only recently given a lot of though to. The book is called Endure, written by Alex Hutchinson, and performs a deep dive into the world of endurance sports and what keeps us moving even when our body is screaming at us to stop. Surprisingly Alex even touches, although it is brief, on the topic of endurance motorcycling. That conversation however only d

I like to think of myself as a fairly well traveled individual, I’ve certainly done a fair amount of it over the years, but every once in a while I meet someone that has done so much that I begin to feel like I’ve barely even scratched the surface. I had this experience recently where I met not just one person that made me feel this way, but two…plus three dogs. The traveling family on wheels are known as The Pack Track but there real names are Stu and Janell, the dog paren

Back in 1983 a young man by the name of Andy Goldfine started a business by the name of Aerostich. Since then he has been manufacturing, in house and by hand, some of the finest and most functional motorcycle clothing available. Obviously I am, and have been for a long time, a fan of his product so when he asked me to visit his facility in Duluth, Minnesota and give a little presentation I jumped on the opportunity. Well, kind of. I really wanted to go but somewhat cringed

Gear review of the Reckless 80 from Mosko Moto that I have used for the past year.

I don’t always have a lot to say when it comes time to write these articles, often in fact, I will spend days trying to formulate in my...

Mounds of powdery white snow lay windswept against my garage door, an icy barrier between motorcycle and the open road. Blustery winds sweep off the mountains as the winter sun moves hastily from East to West, hung low in the southern sky it brings the return of darkness at about the time our eyes have just begun adjusting to the daylight. The dark days of winter have arrived with a vengeance this year, and with it, stripping away all desire to work on my motorcycle in the i

Motorcycle Touring from Laredo on down through Mexico.

Navigating the Lava Fields of the Active Volcano, Pacaya, in Guatemala.

Listening to the rain pour down on my Cabana here in Palenque, Mexico, I am reflecting on the roads that brought me here. They say roads...

the one thing that was in the back of my mind the entire time was the idea of transiting through a war ridden country, Iraq.

Follow the long bike on one of the most difficult roads in the world!

I don’t hardly even know where to start this article, so much has happened since my last writing. When I last checked in I was sitting in Tbilisi, Georgia scratching my head trying like crazy to find a way into Russia. As it turns out, all that head scratching proved to be helpful and after only my second attempt at the nerve wrecking border crossing I was granted entry, not before a lengthy interrogation in a small uncomfortable room however. It was one of those situation

I can hear the hustle and bustle of downtown Istanbul outside my window. Horns honking, tourists laughing in cafes, store owners inviting everyone to come have a look. The Blue Mosque just around the corner, Ayasofya across the way. Corn on the cob for sale every 100 feet. Stray dogs and cats. High pressure carpet salesman disquised as friendly locals. The Grand Bazaar with nearly 2,200 shops selling primarily junk and fake goods yet is some how a marvel to witness. I wa

Dusk falls as my Enfield and I pull into the tiny town of Jesus María village. It took all day to ride the winding mountain road here from Durango; two hundred miles of swoops and dips, climbs in altitude and falls to scorching valleys. It’s the kind of ride Kaleidos and I could spend a winter dreaming of, twisting half-broken pavement designed for us to bounce across. The mountain scenery of the Sierra Madres is spectacular. Colorful cliffs thrusting upwards, resplendent ban

I left Wisconsin with a waterproof bag filled with borrowed heated gear, my one-piece Gore-Tex suit, and helmet strapped to my backpack.

What a ride it has been. What a ride. Since leaving my home in Longmont, Colorado on December 10th, just one day before a sizable snow storm rolled in and blanketed nearly every major artery in the state, I have covered 10,828 miles. Of those miles approximately 400 took place on the Interstate with the remaining 10,428 miles spent exploring some of this countries, and Mexicos, finest two lane backroads. The journey has taken me as far south as Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, ba

I mean really, what is it all about? This traveling stuff. What drives us to step out from the comfort of our own home, leave behind that cozy fireplace, that recliner chair and fridge full of leftovers to go on some sort of modern day walk about. It's many things I suppose and different for each of us, the reason may even change over time as it often does in my case. I found myself reflecting on this heavy topic today while jamming blury eyed down the Interstate for near

When I stepped out of my warm and cozy hotel room yesterday morning I stepped out into a dark grey sky and a 40 degree rain

As a self proclaimed explorer with a bit of a competitive side I fully admit to doing things that most people would deem as relatively point