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Sunday, August 26, 2012
Nevada
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3,200 Miles and more to come!
3,200 miles
13 states
2 crashes
1 speeding ticket
Lots of people and faces
Mountains & Canyons
I-80 & Backroads
And here I am, at the Biggest Small City in America. Heading to Black Rock City later on today. What a journey!
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13 states
2 crashes
1 speeding ticket
Lots of people and faces
Mountains & Canyons
I-80 & Backroads
And here I am, at the Biggest Small City in America. Heading to Black Rock City later on today. What a journey!
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The Power
I guess there is power in watching. There is definitely power in dreaming. Then we have power in talking as well as power in understanding.
But i think i am realizing that nothing compares to the power of action, the power of doing it. Doing whatever it is that you previously dreamt, talked or imagined. Doing whatever it is that will move you. Doing it not fully knowing the outcome, even thru fear.
And here is something interesting about the power of action: the more you do, the more powerful you are and the more things you want to do.
Whats next for me? I have no idea, but some new dream will pop out of the blue and i'll be ready for it. The power of action.
But i think i am realizing that nothing compares to the power of action, the power of doing it. Doing whatever it is that you previously dreamt, talked or imagined. Doing whatever it is that will move you. Doing it not fully knowing the outcome, even thru fear.
And here is something interesting about the power of action: the more you do, the more powerful you are and the more things you want to do.
Whats next for me? I have no idea, but some new dream will pop out of the blue and i'll be ready for it. The power of action.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
The Colorado Experience
2,100 miles and counting. What a day yesterday. Colorado is everything i was looking for and a lot more than i expected.
The day started a Boulder and heading to Estes Park. Well, within 3 miles of the hotel i pull over to take a picture of the mountains and first crash of the day. Someone pulls over and help me get the bike up.. I check it around and only seems to have suffered cosmetic damages. Back on the road we are.
After Estes Park, i ride thru the mountains, heading towards Idaho Springs. Well, i was looking for an exciting ride, and Colorado provided that, for sure. What a ride, really nice ride and beatiful views. Maybe too beautiful, because i pull over once again to take some pictures and the gravel throws me again on the ground. Second time in the day, very similar crashes. This time the bike stops few feet off the cliff. FML! Someone pulls over and help me get the bike back on the road. More damages and i do feel like my day is going down the drain. What else could happen?
Well, my GPS happened: it basically takes me to CR-279, an off-road that i need to go thru for about 3 miles. And to spicy things up, it is fucking rainy!
WTF! Whats going on? I am riding on a dirt road, under the rain and already pissed off i crashed twice in the day. 3 miles later i am back on the asphalt and everything seems to be fine, until the asphalt magically becomes gravel. Again. For another 3 miles. And this time down the mountain, single lane, pouring rain. I could not believe what was happening. No guard rail, no asphalt, no nothing, just the edge of the road and the mountain down below. And i am soaking wet!
I magically made to Idaho Springs alive - it seems like the same Gods playing the tricks are also on your side - and i decide to skip the Colorado experience and take I-70 west for a bit. Still raining but better than the mountains. What else could possibly go wrong, right?
Well, this time the bike went wrong. After passing the tunnel, i pulled over - this time not falling down - to add another layer since i was all wet, and suddenly the bike shuts down. Whats next is 2 hours trying to figure out what to do and getting a tow truck to take it to a bike shope in Silverthorne. What a day!
Yesterday was the Colorado experience. Today i made to Steamboat and heading to SLC. And please, no more surprises!
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The day started a Boulder and heading to Estes Park. Well, within 3 miles of the hotel i pull over to take a picture of the mountains and first crash of the day. Someone pulls over and help me get the bike up.. I check it around and only seems to have suffered cosmetic damages. Back on the road we are.
After Estes Park, i ride thru the mountains, heading towards Idaho Springs. Well, i was looking for an exciting ride, and Colorado provided that, for sure. What a ride, really nice ride and beatiful views. Maybe too beautiful, because i pull over once again to take some pictures and the gravel throws me again on the ground. Second time in the day, very similar crashes. This time the bike stops few feet off the cliff. FML! Someone pulls over and help me get the bike back on the road. More damages and i do feel like my day is going down the drain. What else could happen?
Well, my GPS happened: it basically takes me to CR-279, an off-road that i need to go thru for about 3 miles. And to spicy things up, it is fucking rainy!
WTF! Whats going on? I am riding on a dirt road, under the rain and already pissed off i crashed twice in the day. 3 miles later i am back on the asphalt and everything seems to be fine, until the asphalt magically becomes gravel. Again. For another 3 miles. And this time down the mountain, single lane, pouring rain. I could not believe what was happening. No guard rail, no asphalt, no nothing, just the edge of the road and the mountain down below. And i am soaking wet!
I magically made to Idaho Springs alive - it seems like the same Gods playing the tricks are also on your side - and i decide to skip the Colorado experience and take I-70 west for a bit. Still raining but better than the mountains. What else could possibly go wrong, right?
Well, this time the bike went wrong. After passing the tunnel, i pulled over - this time not falling down - to add another layer since i was all wet, and suddenly the bike shuts down. Whats next is 2 hours trying to figure out what to do and getting a tow truck to take it to a bike shope in Silverthorne. What a day!
Yesterday was the Colorado experience. Today i made to Steamboat and heading to SLC. And please, no more surprises!
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1,965 Miles
Estes Park here i come!
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Monday, August 20, 2012
The City of Blinding Lights
Okay, almost 900 miles and here i am, Chicago. Today was a very interesting day, from french toast breakfast at a cozy Bed&Breakfast in Clarion, PA (more on that another day), to finding out my bike is actually not registered. And meeting another bike in the day, couch surfing in Chicago and hanging out at house party, all in between. Oh, how could i forget the fact that i got clocked doing 91 mph and got a nice piece of paper with my name on it and a return envelope?
Good to know i am gaining a hour a day, definetely need those hours of sleep!
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Good to know i am gaining a hour a day, definetely need those hours of sleep!
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1,000 Miles...
So far so good.. Behaving my best to avoid the Laws!
Note to self: despite issues with the Laws in the past, Iowa is actually a beautiful state, but stinks cow shit!
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Couch Surfers, Unite!
Here is a call to all couchsurfers, adventurers, comrades or travelers out there! My traveling schedule is finally completed and now I need to arrange for some couches out there!
Please let me know if you have any friends on the cities listed below (or nearby) that I could contact if needed or possibly host me!
Here is my projected schedule:
Cleveland: Saturday evening, August 18th
Chicago: Sunday evening, August 19th
Omaha: Monday evening, August 20th
Denver/Boulder: Tuesday & Wednesday, August 21st & 22nd
Salt Lake City: Thursday & Friday, August 23rd & 24th
Reno, Saturday evening, August 25th.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
It’s all burning again…
The burn starts deep inside, way before the burn actually starts. Different beings, different milestones, different starts, but it starts deep inside, way before the burn actually starts. For some, it may start when that narrow ticket arrives in the mail. For others, maybe it is when you book that flight to Reno.
Though I’ve had the ticket for a few weeks now, my burn started today when I realized it is all happening again.
I’ve gone through this before, and it is an awesome feeling: the worries, the planning, the headaches, the expectations and then the road. The magical road. The undeniably magical road. Miles after miles, towards the fire. Towards Black Rock City, where creativity faces no barriers and we experiment the mystical, the spiritual and freedom.
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