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Riding in the heat is horrendous. All you can do is focus on the never ending, mind numbing, incessant heat. Any slight breeze becomes a philosophical observation. Tiny decisions become of the utmost importance: helmet visor up or down. Jacket opened so you’re like a ballon animal in a wind tunnel, or closed so yourContinue reading “MAKE IT STOP”

There is a smell emanating from my helmet that could kill a horse from twenty paces. It’s gone through weeks of my profusely sweating head constantly popping in and out of it. It now smells like a ferret had crawled in there, choked on his own vomit and died, but not before in his finalContinue reading “SMELL”

I arrive in Roswell in the early afternoon and end up spending the next three nights there, my body in recovery from the previous weeks of riding. My searing skin demanding air conditioning and a bed. I knew riding through the southwest in July would be hot, I mean I’m not a complete idiot, butContinue reading “ROSWELL”

I’ve been on the road now for 18 days and my enthusiasm is dying a slow death, much like the Biden administration (too political?) You can measure your enthusiasm by how early and often you look at the bikes odometer. When you’ve got a three hundred mile day ahead of you and you’re glancing down toContinue reading “TIRED”

I must say Waco does not promote the Branch Davidians  like I thought they would.  In case you had forgotten, the Branch Davidians were a religious sect that unfortunately, never fully recovered from some bad press back in the nineties.  Say what you like about Texas, they have really nice rest areas with a wideContinue reading “WACO”

Riding through the highways and byways of the U.S, you come upon a lot of small, dying towns. Sometimes built around a square or sometimes constructed along a straight road: it’s a long string of soul destroying misery. Derelict, boarded up store fronts, slowly decaying away. The few businesses that are left are praying forContinue reading “DECAY”

I arrived in Lafayette after driving through torrential rain, the worst I’ve seen yet. My high hopes for my waterproof gear was dashed. The only successful item that passed the waterproof test were my boots. They kept all the water in, while letting none of it out. Riding through the rain was brutal, the rainContinue reading “LAFAYETTE”

August 1st: I have reached the gulf of Mexico, ironically enough inhabited by all white people, but there you go. It took six hours to do 120 miles. My get up and go has really got up and gone. I stopped for a leisurely breakfast, a relaxed lunch and laid back dinner. The light isContinue reading “THE GULF”

New Orleans; known as the Big Easy (which coincidently will be Trumps prison nickname) was a great break. Four nights of great food, drink and music. Although after midnight the city takes on the look of a walking dead set. Drunk, drug addled zombies wander through the streets, it’s like the local jail has thrownContinue reading “NEW ORLEANS”

My philosophy of no freeways, no fast-food is broken. My plan to meander along the coast road is over and has been replaced with “please god make this journey end”. So leaving Pensacola I hop on the I-10 for the most direct and fastest route to Tallahassee I can find. It’s mind numbingly boring andContinue reading “INTERSTATE”