- I’m Riding My Motorcycle to Argentina
- Official Press Release – Traveling Off the Grid, on YouTube
- Preparing the KLR before my Latin America trip
- What to take on a year long motorcycle trip
- My First Day on the Road
- YouTube Video Map
- Blogging Lacking But Video Logging Booming!
- After 40 Days on the Road
- Mexico City’s Killing Me
- The Journey Begins
- Chicago via Denver and St. Louis
- Leaving Chicago Behind
- My First Couch Surfing Experience
- Video of Mexican Police Shaking Me Down
- Interview With Overland Expo
- Entering Into Mexico – Extortion and Inviting Hosts
- News Coverage Over Extortion Video
- Leaving Mexico and Entering Guatemala
- Twisty Roads, City Labyrinth and a Dog Bite
- Unmaintained Motorcycles, Serendipitous Lodging and My Love Affair with Andre
- Lingering Paranoia and Meeting Another Solo Traveler
- Bug Zapper Skills
- Riding Beemers, Replacing Helmet, and Cricket Tacos
- How to be Alone
- Mexican Bus Ride, Riot Police and Church Irony
- Survivor’s Guilt, a Shift in Perspective and the Overrated Mind
- Catching Up: Real De Catorce, Mexico
- Truck Blocking the Road, Guatemala
- The Schizophrenic Bolivian Vagabond [Day 178]
- Couch Surfing in San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 108]
- The Water Filled Vodka Bottle – San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 110]
- Creatures Stirring on Christmas Eve, Playa las Lajas, Panama [Day 125]
- Video Trio: Honduras Traffic, Mayan Temple Climbing, & Nalgene Hack
My blog entries from this point will not be in serial time. I’ve written so much in my notebooks. Looking at it all is difficult for me to find a place to start, so I plan on writing whatever strikes me at the moment. That’s been the general attitude of this trip all along.
First day of the trip. The years of preparation, mentally, practically, and financially have all come down to this. My girlfriend Beth had to leave for work that morning. I watched as she performed the tasks of her morning routine. Panic was starting to set in with the completion of each task. They represented the next step closer to our separation for the next eight months.
She grabbed her keys. Our eyes already shrink wrapped in tears, we said our goodbye. We kept ourselves composed until were out of each other’s eyesight, and mourned privately.
I had spent months strategizing about the decoupling of my responsibilities and attachments. Sold my car, found a home for my cats, moved my apartment into storage, and quit my job. The split between Beth and I was harder than all the aforementioned combined.
My KLR’s headlight was on even though the keys were not in the ignition. One hour into my departure and I am already having problems, great. I took the bike to my local mechanic that I developed a relationship with over the years. The main system wire had melted together with my headlight lead. That explained the headlight issue. They didn’t have the proper wiring harness so they improvised with two harnesses intended for a jet sky. I finally hit the road.