Day 24 "on the road again...." I almost hit a Moose on the road again!!!!! Holy s***! it was definitely a HOLY s*** moment! that damn moose came out of nowhere. (said the drunk to the policeman) But seriously. I was just riding down the hwy minding my own damn business, when all of a sudden this HUGE moose came waltzing across the road. I zigged...he zagged, He then shot ME a HOLY s*** look, as I did the same. Then he Zagged, and I zigged and i JUS...

Day 21,22,23 Rest & relaxation After 3 more days of hanging out in Smithers, BC my bike is finally fixed. It actually wasnt as bad as I was thinking. Sam henderson, the owner of Eyecandy custom cycles, and also a SUPER nice guy took care of my hurting honda today. The metal clanging sound was actually the chain. It was way loose and had to much free play in it. So he tightened it and showed me how to maintain it from now on myself. awesome! The radiator, I ...

Day 20 Dreams are answers to questions we've yet learned how to ask Last night I had 2 bizarre dreams. I've been sleeping REALLY great lately. Amazing how riding all day can really take a lot out of you. So last night 2 things really stuck out in my dreams. 1) I was gigging back home in the band, and David Hasselhof jumped up on stage to sing "beverly hills" freaky!!! 2) I dreamt of an old friend of mine Pheobe and her Dad, Mr. Blessington. We wer...

Day 19 Without hope you cannot start the day I rode Out of the Yukon today in cold and gray weather. No rain, but just a blah day, which makes riding no fun. So in all honesty I have nothing to say about that my faithful readers. Though.... as soon as I made that right turn into BC. (british columbia) the roads went to s***! I honestly can't believe it. The f***ing Canadian Dept of Transportation is for s***...really. The road..which is THE only road South f...

Day 11 I think I really effed up!! This morning was great. I woke up at 6AM which is like 8AM philly time. I think Im still on philly time. though as I am typing this Im in pacific time. I honestly have no freaking idea what time it is. Well I do, but give or take an hour. Who knew you could have motorcycle-lag. I loaded up the bike and the couldnt get out of the motel parking lot. Remember a few blogs back i was talking about old men and how they LOVE to str...