Author: Marco Silva

Today’s plan is to get home, no matter what. There is a lack of confidence in whether or not my bike will make it based off what happened yesterday but because we are so close to home our plan is to ride it out as much as possible and as soon as my bike breaks down, myself and Gomes’ will…

It’s 5am when the alarms on our phones start playing. Not only is this the earliest we have awoken on this trip but its also on the coldest morning. Over night the temperature dropped to 48 degrees F, which feels like 30 once you get on the bike and fight the wind that’s doing everything in it’s power to creep…

If you have any interest in 2 wheeled motorized machines, this is your Mecca. A pilgrimage should be made here every year for those who keep the wind at their face and sun to their back. The photos below will do the talking as there isn’t much else to say except that you must go there for yourself.

Come walk with me, not to follow though, because I’m not leading the way. The screen door on the backside of this brick building is our passage into the reenactment of the Goodfellas scene where Henry escorts Karen through the kitchen of the Copacabana night club, except we are in Kenner, LA walking into La Bella’s Catering. Ray Liotta’s character…

I can tell you how we crossed the most narrow section of Texas and through Oklahoma, which was never part of our plan, but frankly, we don’t have many pictures and sitting in a truck’s cabin isn’t all that interesting. Our saving grace was watching Django Unchained on Gomes’ iPhone just before getting into Memphis. To make a long story…

Departing from the city of angels was when I felt as if we were heading home. The Grand Canyon wasn’t far and we were definitely looking forward to it yet I couldn’t help but feel as though we were traveling towards the end of our journey. The later halves of our days would now consist of the long and losing…

It’s Saturday evening, being that motorcycle shops are closed tomorrow, and Monday as well, it’s just about that time for us to face a new problem. A new squeak has made itself known coming from my rear wheel. Being that the bearings on the rear have to be just as old as the ones that blew on the front wheel…

Following in the usual, yet some how unpredictable, pattern of emotional downs we arrive at the Grand Canyon to discover that every campground is fully booked. If there was one place we were looking forward to pitching a tent at the most, it was here but Labor Day weekend and our inability to predict break downs to properly book dates…

Cool salty breezes, waves crashing against the sand found at the bottom of an unsaturated yellow cliff, all while tracing this prefectly imperfect shoreline. This western most country in the European Union is quiet enough to not suffer from an influx of tourism allowing the locals to bask in the glory that is this nation’s secrets. Infinite beaches, uneven terrains…

While enjoying the company of my fellow riders and our wonderful host, Mark, over my insisted upon touristy clam chowder lunch and my phone rings. Area code says it hails from Colorado. A familiar voice is on the other end, Brook Reams, who you might remember vouched for Clem back in Denver. Turns out Brook had been following this blog,…