During our last ride together, the greater energy wanted to give me one last little sign to make sure I wasn't going to be changing my mind about selling Ghost, and one of the rear view mirrors was suddenly detached and in my lap. I stopped and put it in one of the saddle bags. Also, from the bumpy road, the were a few rattling parts that needed attention. I arrived back to Iquique where I would share some beers and stories in a hostel which I was now very well ...

I had no idea what to expect this day, and what was in store for me was one of the most emotional challenging days of my life. I'd packed Ghost with the bags and equipment late the night before, he was ready to travel. I woke up to my alarm after a short sleep. I set off in the dark, 5:30am. As I climbed the hills heading back into the desert and away from the coast, I looked over the sleeping beach town and it's scattered lights, pondering life in this hidden to...

Finally, time to leave Iquique. I passed the five days waiting for parts with poker, whiskey, pulling apart and giving Ghost a polish and new coat of paint, and using at every opportunity my new favorite Chilean swear word. On a sunny afternoon, I was called to the front of the hostel where I was greeted by two Argentinians traveling with their fancy BMW touring bikes. They'd heard somehow that I was here, and in communication with a mechanic, and that they were ...

The morning after the desert sleep, and things weren't right from the start. Eventually my need to get moving overcame the unsatisfactory pack of the bike. Riding, I was struggling to get into a groove. I pushed on. 100k's later and I decided last minute to pull into a service station. The hard braking did not agree with the sandy road, and over we went. I felt ghost shadow slip away. I'm not sure how fast we were going, but it was fast enough that when my hip...