I returned to Toronto on Aug 19, much earlier than anticipated. Managing time proves to be a major benefit when travelling alone.
True adventures take on different experiences, some predictable, some most unexpected. But each motorcycling adventure enriches your life in a way that nothing else could.
Gary, third from left, Paul on the far right |
In many ways this trip was similar to those already taken, whether with Paul or Gary, who were both present in the picture above but are no longer with us. Many of the roads I have travelled before, with either one of these gentlemen, but each time I travel that way I develop a different perspective and appreciation for the way things are.
The economic times of the recent years have created certain difficulties for Americans. This is evident when your travel takes you off the beaten path - the gas stations that have become ghost stations, the motels where the only occupants are weeds and tall grass. But, the Wall-Marts of the nation are thriving. And there is plenty of food, good food, thank goodness.
And this completes another motorcycle odyssey to the American west, at least for this year.
The bottom line:
- the scenery was priceless;
- cost of accommodations ranged between $39 and $69 per night;
- food, most of which I would describe as excellent but simple, run between $5 and $25 per meal (14 oz New York cut at Uncle Joe's Steak House in Havre, Montana);
- the beast had sipped gas at about 42 miles/gal on average during the nearly 6000 mile trip, did not consume one drop of oil, did not fail to start once nor did it overheat in the desert, and at the odometer crossed over 63000 miles (100000 kms).
Everyone loved my Fulmer Captain America helmet.
God bless America, and God bless Paul.