Author: Marco Silva

A while back I was faced with the statement “that’s going to be a hard trip” from multiple people once I made mention of this journey. I’d scoff and reply with “if it was easy everyone would do it”. In fact, I went on to say that I was looking for hardship and welcomed the struggle so as to learn…

An easy 240 miles seperate us from the San Francisco area which, given our circumstances, is 4 stops for battery charging. We depart from Reno nice and early and it’s not long before we cross the state line. We’ve regretfully flown passed other ‘Welcome To ____’ signs on this trip but we all agreed that the California one would be…

The BMW Owners Anonymous book comes out again this morning. There’s one phone number that claims to offer the works; space to work, a trailer, chit chat, emergency services, etc. Whoever is on the other end doesn’t need to be an expert but it’d be nice if they knew more than me on this matter. I dial the number and…

This pure white abyss was at the top of my list for locations I wanted to ride on this trip. Lawless square miles with an open throttle and an itchy trigger finger brings together all the ingredients that we are looking forward today under these open blue skies. The salt has a personality disorder where it thinks it’s a mirror…

A measly cereal selection and the scent of waffle batter makes up a generic continental breakfast in our beloved country. I consume one of everything they have to offer, and when fruits are available I snag some for the road. At 730am the table in the lobby where I have my breakfast is lined with empty seats. Not because I…

Pure white salt for miles to our right. Faded mountains falling off in the distance. My bike coasts along this stretch of Utah highway being pulled by a highlighter-orange ratchet strap purchased back home from Harbor Freight in all hopes that this cheap product won’t snap. Gomes’ right passenger peg is directly tied to my left foot peg and all…

It fascinates me to no end to find that no matter how far and fast we go, the nuances that make up the human condition seem to always get there first. I’m a high school graduate with a college degree yet only now at 25 has my education began. Behavioral Science 101 is in session every time I walk into…

Hindsight is 20/20 so as I write this it’s easy to say that something wasn’t going right; but it wasn’t. About half hour to an hour of riding, the BMW started to feel weak. Similar symptoms to the issues that had arisen before so at the next gas stop we check out the front rim and it’s definitely solid; it…

I’ve never felt so at home on my ride and free as bird, as I did today. There exists a certain level of comfort when a master mechanic such as Clem passes you back the keys to your mount. The first few minutes back on the road are enough to align the rhythm of those 2 cylinders to your own…

After spending the day focusing on writing these posts, prepping videos, and organizing photos we patiently wait for an update on my bike. From the moment I had dropped the R90 off at BMW, I went over the BMW Motorcycle Owners of America forum to reach out to their responsive community for any and all advice on what was happening…