- 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
I left for Chicago from St. Louis. I planned on tying up loose ends and visiting family and friends. After a week I grew really tired of the city. I regurgitated the same story of my travel plans to friend after friend. It was monotonous and disingenuous after a while.
Chicago brings with it a lot of old baggage. I was in a bad place mentally when I lived there. Moving to Phoenix was a futile attempt to change my situation for the better by simply changing scenery. In any case, I am in a better place now, but the habits and mindset of my old self felt like it was creeping back, and I wanted to get the hell out.
Before heading south to Mexico I would take a detour to Minnesota to visit my sister and two nieces. I haven’t seen them in a couple years. Considering I had 20,000 more miles, a 500 mile detour wasn’t all that much more.
It was great to see my niece Autum. She is five years old and has grown up so much since I last saw her. I saw the state of their computer and felt compelled to fix it up. New OS, and a clean slate. No child should grow up in a home without internet in this day and age.
Today was Beth and I’s one year anniversary. On 9/11, yes. Terrorism brought us together. Tomorrow I leave and head south. I will be zig zagging down through the Mississippi river.
I broke down two miles from my sister’s house. The tire stem on my rear tire’s tube had ripped off. I suspect that my tire pressure was too low causing the tube to sag, and under the centripetal force, shift and rip. It was a Sunday, and a lot of bikers were out. I tripped my KLR on it’s side to do the repair. In an hour and a half more than a dozen people stopped, thinking I had crashed. Their generosity was amazing, but it soon became annoying while I tried to focus and work. With each car or motorcycle slowing down to stop I had to shout, “FLAT TIRE! I AM OK! THANKS!”
I stealth camped on the Mississippi and woke up to the sunrise, casting thousands of sparkles against the water. I made a bee line to St. Louis where new tires, chain and sprockets were waiting for me. Two miles from my friend’s place my chain rolled off the rear sprocket. The chain was a tangled mess but I managed to sort it out and limp the two miles. Just in time for a new chain.
I spent the next few days replacing my tires, chain, sprockets and doing some electrical work. It proved to be a good exercise to see what tools I was missing in my tool tube. All the breakdowns, and repairs were easy to perform in the states. Just as I planned, I wanted to get the bugs out here, so I can be more prepared in the more difficult climates and areas I was to encounter in the future.