If you live in your car, you're homeless, but if you live on your bike, you're free. What's more, if you travel in your car, you're insulated from the world, but if you're on your bike, the whole world comes on over and says "Hello!"
It seems like every time we stopped, for gas, for food, to stretch our legs, to take a picture, somebody walked over to chat. Americans in general are much more outgoing and willing to approach strangers to strike up a conversation than Canadians, add in a couple of motorcycles and we can quickly become the center of attention.
"Where ya comin from?" "Where y'all headed?" "Nice Bikes." "What kind of bike is that?"
California. Canada. Thanks! Yamaha.
The looks of confusion and incredulity on peoples faces and the reactions we get when we tell them who we are, where we're headed, where we started, are priceless. The best one was the waitress that begged us to take her with us.
I'm Home. 19 Days, 9,000 kilometers, 5,600 miles, one Epic Road Trip.The tires that were new when we left home are almost worn out, the oil changes we got in Arkansas are due again, and it took hours to scrub a continents worth of crud from my beloved steed. Cassandra and I are already talking about a road trip to New England, or maybe the Appalachians. Or maybeee......?
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