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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Days 06 - 14 /// Finding a Rhythm

This bicycle travel thing is harder than expected!  Don't get me wrong, I'm loving it, but haven't had much time to write.  I feel like we finish each day ~5pm, and by the time I've unpacked, showered, set camp, eaten dinner, planned routing for the following day, and contacted friends/loved ones, it's time to head to bed.  I'm sure I'll get better/quicker at the routine, which should allow more time to write.  For now, let me get caught up.  

So far we've bicycled 14 days, through five states, and 697 miles.  My legs and glutes (i.e. ass) are killing me, but I'm seriously loving this form of travel.  Moto travel is stellar, but being on a bicycle really slows things down.  All of my senses have been on high alert.  The sights have been great, the countryside has had a sweet smell the majority (most likely from the flowers and honeysuckle blooms), and the birds are chirping and cheering us on.

Here is the breakdown of our stops thus far...  

Day 01 - Brooklyn to Warren, NJ
Day 02 - Warrington, PA
Day 03 - Elverson, PA
Day 04 - Mount Joy, PA
Day 05 - Jarrettsville, MD
Day 06 - Ellicott City, MD
Days 07/08 - Washington, DC
Day 09 - Prince William Park, VA
Day 10 - Orange, VA
Day 11 - Afton, VA
Day 12 - Lexington, VA
Day 13 - Troutville, VA
Day 14 - Blacksburg, VA

Here are some pictures of the ride thus far.  See captions for add'l info.  We have a 'day off' tomorrow, so I'll try to update with another post that includes more on highlights, lowlights, tips, tricks, recommendations, and shout outs.  

Until then, 
First campsite of the trip at French Creek State Park
The Amish doing their thing - truly a throwback
Made it to D.C.
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere - dirt road for days
Blue Ridge Parkway 
Blue Ridge Parkway

Death hills - BRP
One of the most special places I've ever had the honor to see and/or stay in.
We glamped in the house, and made a warm meal.  HIGHLY recommended
for anyone passing through on the TransAm.  RIP June Curry (Cookie Lady)
Inside the Cookie Lady's house.  Absolutely filled with postcards,
letter, and gifts from all around the world.  Dating back 40 years.
Headed into Blacksburg, VA 
Headed into Blacksburg, VA 
Troutville, VA is the friendliest little town. They cater to Appalachian
through hikers and bike tourists on the TransAm. Free camping in the
city park, and laundry/showers/gym at the fire dept.
Headed into Blacksburg, VA

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Days 01 - 05 /// New Adventure Underway

So, I packed up the remainder of my things into a POD Thursday, June 9th, wrapped up my final day of work Friday, June 10th, and my father and I set off on our adventure Saturday, June 11th.

Watching the skyline disappear into the distance was a pretty powerful way to 'move' out of the NYC.  Once complete, I put my head down and have ridden a solid five days. At last count, 281 miles and four states, today crossing into Maryland.  Amish farm country in Pennsylvania was a real highlight, and provided gorgeous scenery.  We've had a touch of rain here and there, but overall the weather has been perfect.  It took a day or two, but I feel like I'm back at 'home' traveling long term/distance.  Pedaling is certainly more challenging than twisting a throttle, but both options provide distinct thrills and difficulties.  

Today I remembered a section of Andrew Pham's Catfish and Mandala...  "Touring solo on a bicycle, I discover, is an act of stupidity or an act of divine belief.  It is intense stretches of isolation punctuated with flashes of pure terror and indelible moments of friendship.  Mostly, it is dirty work particularly suited for the stubborn masochist.  I was suckered into the adventure, the elegant simplicity of its execution, and yes, even the glory of its agony."  

That's all for now.  Tomorrow we continue to pedal SW to another MD state park to camp for the night.  After that, we plan to make way to WashDC for a couple of days.  On the agenda - rest, recuperate, eat like a fat kid, be a tourist, and shower multiple times per day.  

Until then, enjoy some pictures...  

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

SomedayNeverMaybe Book Available & Pikes Peak Hill Climb Update...

Hard cover, full color book now available at Lulu link below (eBook coming soon).  Pick it up, enjoy the read/ride...  

Support independent publishing: Buy this book on Lulu.

Two updates.  Book is now available for purchase at link above.  Note, this is full-color, and includes tons of photos, so not cheap.  That said, I set the price exactly flat.  I'm not making money off this, but want to share as I've had several tell me the book is enjoyable and inspiring.  So there you go...

Also, I wanted to include a link to the Pikes Peak Int'l Hill Climb race that I was asked to enter last June.  It was the most intense week that I've ever experienced.  Physically and emotionally draining due to the intensity of the race week + losing a friend up on the hill during practice.  I left my 'race' up on the hill that Sunday.  Hard to say if I'll ever grid up again.  In the end, I did well finishing fourth in my class, and top rookie in the order.  Anyway, video recap below.  Enjoy~

Pikes Peak Int'l Hill Climb /// June.28.2015
from David Mobley on Vimeo.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The End, Ende, FIN | Post Trip Wrap-Up...

A Photo Retrospective /// from David Mobley on Vimeo.

***Note - I arrived 'home' to Denver at the tail end of August, but have had a really hard time wrapping up this whole thing.  As you can imagine, post-processing a trip like this can be a bit of a challenge to say the least.  Anyway, I woke up this morning in a great mood and figured I'd post an update of where things stand.  

When I pulled up the Blogger page I came across this post, which I'd forgotten about and apparently never had the courage to publish.  Anyway, here goes nothing.  More updated info at bottom.***

Thursday, October 2nd, 2014

The final ride - Deckers to Denver, CO
So that's it, as quick as the whole thing began, it's come to an end.  I set off 10 months ago on the adventure of a lifetime, and now it feels like I've woken up and it was all a dream.

This will be my very last post.  I thought about not writing an 'ending', just leaving the whole thing open-ended for the few that have followed along.  However, I feel it necessary to wrap things up, for a number of reasons.  

First, let me summarize the feelings of being 'home'.  At first I thought the decision to quit an amazing job to take off on this crazy adventure would be difficult.  It was.  Then I thought the trip itself would offer up intense challenges along the way.  It did.  Ultimately, I thought the decision to just 'go', to leave, would be the hardest...  and while that was incredibly difficult, nothing prepared me for how hard it would be to return.  Nothing.  Post-travel depression is no joke!  Not only has this been the hardest part of the 'adventure' thus far, it's probably been one of the most challenging transition periods in my entire life. 

Enjoying Colorado before leaving yet again
To begin, let me backtrack where I left off...  About a month back, I decided to rendezvous with a group of friends, fellow motorcyclists, blog followers, and my mate Andrew (a good bloke from Liverpool who has been moto-traveling for 3+ years) in Deckers, CO to make the final ride into Denver.  It was great, and I was honored that anyone would care enough to even show up.  From there, my friend James had set up a BBQ in a park, which put a lot of my Denver friends together in one place.  I figured the group of us could ride to the park, which would give me a great opportunity to see everyone.  Not to mention I had visions of a grand and triumphant return...  me rolling up the conquering hero.  Well, it didn't quite turn out that way.  I underestimated how strange the feeling would be to see everyone.  

Catching up w/ friends at the mini-moto races
First off, the 'ex' was at the BBQ.  Yeah, how weird is that?  One of the main reasons I decided to set off on this whole thing was to clear my head after the break, and there she was, one of the first people I see upon my return.  It's understandable that she would be there as we share a lot of the same friends.  And quite frankly she can go wherever she damn well pleases.  I thought about skipping the whole thing b/c of the possibility that I'd see her, but didn't want to miss the opportunity to see all my friends.  To be honest, although a bit strange, it wasn't really that difficult to see her.  Even though she looked fantastic, and I a complete bum who'd just ridden a motorcycle for 10mos, 24k miles, through 16 countries (I definitely looked, and most likely smelled the part!).  Regardless, it was nice speaking with her briefly, and I'm glad that she is seemingly happy, healthy, and apparently in a nice relationship.  All I can do is wish her the absolute best, which I've done since.  

Great being back w/ family in Colorado after the trip
The rest of the time at the park I picked a seat in the corner and mingled with people one by one.  If any of you are reading this, I apologize for being cold, shy, and/or weird that day.  As you can imagine, I was a bit overwhelmed with the whole thing.  Being back, being 'home', seeing everyone all at the same time.  Realizing that half of my friends went and popped out kids, realizing the other half are up to the same exact things they were before I left.  I've since spoken with most of you after, and am glad I've had the chance to get caught up.  I missed friends and family while away, so it's been incredible to get back in the mix where we all left off.  

Exploring Germany - post vacation, vacation
At the park, and since I've been back, everyone has asked the same two questions.  How was it?  What was your favorite part?  Both of which require incredibly long answers.  I could spend hours talking about the places I visited, the amazing people and friends I met along the way, the experiences that have changed me forever, the crashes, etc, etc, etc.  BUT, quite frankly nobody really gives a $hit.  And why would they?  Everyone has gone on with their own lives, and has their own stories to tell.  Good on em!  So, I find myself answering with short responses.  I'll throw out an "amazing" here, an "epic" there.  I'll share a few stories with people from time to time, but for the most part I find myself staring into space reliving the journey, and recreating the experiences in my head.  

Exploring Hannover w/ Nina
It's hard to describe the yearning and feelings when I look back on the trip, and the last year.  Sometimes I catch myself in a daze, with a deep, empty, sad feeling.  On one hand I'm so incredibly happy and proud of myself for taking on this adventure, on the other I can't help but feel like I could have done and experienced even more.  Why did I skip that place?  Why didn't I spend more time there?  Why did I wrap it all up after only 10mos?  Why didn't I invest in that beachfront property that I came across, build a café, and live out a carefree life?  How am I back in Denver after this whole thing sans wife, job, and house?!?!  With nothing but a pocketful of memories from this journey as a trade...?  

F all that!  I DO have a pocketful of memories from the journey.  Something I'll cherish for the rest of my days.  I did DO it.  And I'm incredibly proud of myself for checking this one off the list.  I think one of the challenges however is that this one, this huge item on the bucket list, was so big that I don't know what's next.  I've always had goals, and have ticked them off the list one-by-one.  I've run a marathon, earned a college degree, won a motorcycle road racing championship, traveled to 35 countries by the age of 35, volunteered as a mentor in multiple countries, swam with an elephant in Thailand, jumped off a cliff in Colombia...  a bridge in Zimbabwe...  and multiple planes, crashed a motorcycle at well over 100mph, learned to dance salsa, learned to speak another language, been thrown in the slammer (long story, don't ask), spoke in front of a crowd of 1k+, developed a solid sales and marketing career, made a ton of friends around the globe, fallen in love deeply, been loved deeply, and watched a loved one pass.  And now I get to add 'this' to the list.  This crazy adventure.  I get to strike this one off the bucket list.  All the while thinking to myself, "what's next?"  Well, there isn't a 'next' for now, and that's been a hard pill to swallow.  Not a bad thing, it's just strange that this particular chapter is over.

Con Nina en Deutschland
I think the best way to describe the way I feel is that I'm home, but 'home' doesn't feel like home.  Although I'm with friends and family, and have started sorting life out, I feel disconnected from it all.  To make matters worse, I've avoided talking about the trip in depth.  When I do so it makes me want to hop back on the bike and point the wheel south all over again.  So I choose to block it out.  I've chosen to try and regain some semblance of a balanced life again.  I've even stopped reading ride reports on ADVrider as they all remind me of the wonderful experience I just wrapped up.  I know that all sounds strange, but I guess just a testament of how powerful and amazing the trip was.  Talking about it, or even seeing pictures gives me a sense of sadness that it's over.  I've figured out that traveling, for a long period of time, changes you in ways you can't prepare for.  It changes your world forever.  It makes that place you call 'home' never really feel the same again. 

Partying it up w/ Daniel in Frankfurt
Another reason I wanted to wrap this up was to touch on the whole job thing.  I referenced getting my life in order earlier.  Well, within three weeks I locked in an incredible job, and moved into a new loft.  The Friday before I got home (arrived on a Sunday) I received a call from a recruiter.  We had spoken briefly a couple of times via e-mail about a position he felt I'd be a good fit for.  I'll spare you all the details, but I'm now in a position, at a slightly higher level than I was before I left!  The gig is amazing, home-office based, incredible salary, and realistic international opportunity in the future.  In addition to this offer, I interviewed with four other companies within the first week of being home, and had phone conversations with a handful of others. Some through recruiters, some through networking, and some through my own hard work.  I don't say this to brag, I say it to encourage others on the fence.  If you are worried about quitting a job, or that you won't find one when you get back...  don't.  Not to mention, I now know more about myself, what I want, what I'd put up with, and a better understanding of my strengths and weaknesses.  So I'll say it again, live life fully.  Chase your dreams.  Life, and home will be patiently waiting when you decide to return.  If that's what you truly want.  

Beautiful Heidelberg
The new job officially started this past Monday, September 29th.  I know I'll be head down and busy the next few months, so before I began I decided to take a quick trip to Germany last week.  Why Deutschland???  Well, for those of you that have been following along, you'll remember Janina.  The beautiful girl I met on the boat from Panama to Colombia.  The one I spent time with along the way (Stahlratte, Cartagena, Bogota, Ecuador).  I needed to go 'see about a girl'.  And it was also nice to take a quick vacation after my vacation, and before I officially began life again, which I've since done.  

Beautiful Heidelberg
Upon arrival in Frankfurt, I met up with a good friend Daniel.  I met him on the trip in Oaxaca, Mexico.  We got on well, so decided to meet up again in Puerto Escondido, which we did.  Many pints and crazy nights later, we decided to meet down in Mazunte, where we hung out for several more days.  It was great to see him again and we had a great time kicking around his hometown for several days.  D Jen, if you read this thanks for the hospitality, it was great seeing you again, and let's figure out a way to hit some international beaches together again soon!  

From there I took a train to Hannover, where Nina is from, and where we decided to meet up.  I hadn't seen her in over four months, so it was a bit surreal when she came walking towards me in the train station as beautiful as ever.  Somehow she seems to walk in slow motion, with the sun catching her at just the right angle at all times.  Within minutes, we were back to 'normal', like neither time nor distance had separated us.  We spent several days in Hannover where I was able to see her childhood home, meet her father, and explore a part of Germany I'd never seen.  From there we hopped over to Heidelberg where she is currently living to explore a bit more.

To be continued...  

Sunday, March 8th, 2015

My new view/hood - BKLN, NY
...  Ok, I guess today is as good a day as any to get caught up.  I've been back from the trip around 6mos and have since sold the bike and gear to a nice gentleman who followed my trip.  He plans to take a journey of his own someday on Chloé.  Maybe when he returns he can sell it to someone else...  and on, and on.  Maybe somebody can write The Adventures of Chloé someday from her perspective.   

Several have asked, "what happened with Nina?"  Beautiful, sweet, kind, caring, and very lovely...  an absolutely amazing girl.  The distance was just far too great.  She belongs in Germany for now, and me Stateside.  Perhaps someday our paths will cross again.  It's interesting I write this now, as it's exactly one year from when I boarded the sailboat in Panama and we met en route to Colombia.  She is incredible and has a wonderful life ahead of her.  J if you read this, I'm honored to have shared time and memories with you, and wish nothing but happiness and the absolute best. 

My new view/hood - BKLN, NY
That job I referenced above in the post from a few months back.  Well it was great, but another landed in my lap and I decided to accept it.  I'm back in a very similar role to what I was doing before I ever left on this trip, and back in the same industry (wireless).  Don't worry though, the adventures certainly continue.  The position required relocation, so I'm currently writing this from my Brooklyn apartment overlooking the Manhattan skyline.  You read that right, I accepted the position mid-December, was splitting time between Denver and NY, and made the official relocation February 1st.  I'm a New Yorker now!  For those reading this from the cold northeast give me a shout and we'll grab a coffee.  

Such a trip, I've only been back six months but the adventure seems like a lifetime ago.  In the last six months I've sourced and moved into apartments in two different cities, sold my bike, bought a car, sold the same car, gone through two separate job on-boardings, and have started building a life in my new Brooklyn home.  It's been a whirlwind for sure.  Sometimes I think back on the trip and wonder "did that really even happen?"  Anyway, I'm so glad it did.  Although it's been incredibly difficult to 'pick up the pieces', I feel like I'm finally starting to do so, and that feels phenomenal. 

My new view/hood - BKLN, NY
I still struggle sometimes with what I've dubbed 'post long-term travel purgatory'.  A feeling of being torn and stuck in the middle after having experienced the beauty of both lifestyles.  On one side, a life of travel with every freedom imaginable.  On the other, a life of 'traditional success', which comes with benefits for sure (a relative sense of security, health insurance, a steady paycheck, etc).  There's beauty and positive in both for sure, but I can't help feeling at times like I'm stuck between the two.  A veritable Heaven and Hell.  Problem is, I'm not sure which is which.  Perhaps the grass is never 'greener on the other side'.  Perhaps the green can be found on both sides of the fence, you just have to be willing to look? 

I'd love to set off on another grand adventure someday, but for now I'm going to enjoy the present.  Enjoy exploring the new job, new home, new chapter, and new life.  I continue to meet amazing people along the way, and have already started building a base of good friends here.  

My new view/hood - BKLN, NY
If you've made it this far and are still reading, thanks.  If you've made it this far, are still reading, and are still on the fence about doing a similar motorcycle journey, DO IT!  Although it's difficult...  very difficult.  It's worth every bit of it.  Preparation, planning, budgets, obstacles, danger, emotions, loneliness, post-travel depression, challenges, etc.  All that pales in comparison to the people you'll meet, the life-changing experiences, and the memories you'll cherish forever.  Seriously, get out and do it.  I've said it before, life will be patiently waiting when you decide to return.

Good catching up, hope this post finds everyone well, 

~ David 

PS...  An interesting two wheel related tidbit, I've been invited to race the 93rd annual Pikes Peak International Hill Climb on Sunday, June 28th.  Yours truly will be piloting a 2014 Yamaha WR450F in the lightweight division.  I fly back to Denver on the 19th for practice, qualifying, and related events the 20th-27th, then the race is the 28th.  Assuming all goes well, I fly home on/around the 29th.  For those in Colorado, come out and support.  I'll be flying my typical #78.  I'm also pitting with a couple of other great guys.  Carl Sorenson on a Ducati 848, and Jose 'Francisco' Guedez on a Ducati Hypermotard.  

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Tahoe, Sonoma, Great Basin, Lake Powell, Monument Valley, and... ColoRADo!!!

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Ok, let me work backwards here...  

First off, I made it!  I crossed the border into Colorado yesterday afternoon.  An unusual feeling after begin gone for so long.  I pulled over to the side of the road next to the 'welcome to colorful Colorado' sign and sat there staring at it for several minutes.  I was washed over with a sense of sadness that the trip is nearing an end, but also had an intense feeling of happiness that I'd made it back safe and sound, and with so many unbelievable adventures, memories, and new friends.  I had originally planned to make it somewhere near Ouray to camp for the night, but there was a random turnoff to the left that said 'visit the beautiful town of Dolores'.  I knew Telluride was that direction as well, so figured "what the hell?", reality is coming soon so random 'lefts' (detours) in life are few and far between in the near future unfortunately. 

As I was passing through I noticed an RV park called Dolores River Campground.  Normally I scoff at those, but something pulled me in.  I asked if they had tent space and they did, only one other camper at present.  In addition, they have these amazing little cabins, both of which are nestled at the backside of the property away from the RV'ers.  I pulled the bike in, selected a spot on the river, set up camp, and went to use the facilities.  There's showers, bathrooms, wifi, laundry, a store, etc, so it isn't exactly roughing it.  There is also a friendly community of older RV'ing couples, some of who've been here for months.  When I wandered up to shower I noticed a circle of gentlemen sitting around drinking beer and swapping fishing stories (apparently I'd arrived at happy hour - a nightly tradition).  They invited me over and asked about me.  I told them about the trip, and needless to say they were all impressed.  Some yelling across to the other circle, this one filled with females and large glasses of chilled chardonnay, to share the news...  "Martha, you'll never believe this!  This young man rode that motorbike over there all the way to Arg-en-teena!".  This morning as I was walking to shower and brush my teeth, everyone was waving, saying hello/good morning David, and all in good spirits.  Such a relaxing little slice of paradise here.  As we speak I've commandeered an unused cabin porch, and am typing away overlooking the flowing river.  PS...  According to the couple that owns this place, the BDR (Backcountry Discovery Route) begins near here, so this would be a PERFECT place to begin or end. 

To continue working backwards, yesterday I woke up on the shores of Lake Powell in Glen Canyon.  My campsite was stunning, as is the entire surrounding area, along with the lake itself.  I took back and side roads to end up riding through Monument Valley for the afternoon.  I've explored the majority of the US, but those two spots have eluded me.  Sweet Jesus!  I'm really glad I added them to the list, as riding around them via motorcycle is simply breathtaking.  The perfect weather, huge sandstone formations, and seemingly endless beautiful views had me speechless the entire ride.  It's also very interesting to stop and see a glimpse into the Native American history, heritage, and culture surrounding the area.  I will say, the ride from Great Basin to Lake Powell wasn't quite as spectacular. 

After doing a spontaneous hour-long cave tour upon arrival at Great Basin Nat'l Park, I selected an isolated campsite.  Not hard as the park doesn't get many visitors.  After getting settled in as the sun was setting, I collected some downed wood and made a fire.  I enjoyed a fantastically prepared gourmet meal of Beanie-Weenie straight from the can, washed down with filtered river water.  Yeah, not the best.  I'd heard that a storm 'might' blow in during the night and sure enough, just as I was finishing dinner, drops of rain began to fall.  I battened down the hatches and retreated to the tent.  I fell asleep fairly quickly due to my current reading material, which was gifted to me by my new dear friend Ivo whom I met in Salta (Alan Watts, 'on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are' - an interesting read).  Sometime just after midnight, I woke up to a storm like you wouldn't believe.  I've never heard thunder like that.  The lightning would strike, light up the sky, then BOOM!!!  Echo all the way down through the valley and into the basin.  It was so loud that it would shake the tent.  I was thrilled and mesmerized, but would be lying if I didn't say a little scared as well.  

I woke up sporadically throughout the night, and the rain continued and continued.  Finally around 6:30am there was a slight lull, so I made a break for it.  Let me say this, if you haven't had the pleasure of packing up wet, soggy, muddy camping gear in the rain, you haven't lived.  Such a pain in the ass.  Anyway, got it all done and as I was headed out, the sky opened up again.  Within minutes I was soaked to the core, but continued riding.  I thought to myself, "how bad could it be?  how long could it last?  how big could the storm be?"  Well, that was one of the longest, most brutal riding days of the trip.  400 miles in pouring rain for the entirety.  I stopped four or five times along the way.  Once at a $hit motel, but couldn't bring myself to be held up for an entire day in meth central.  Then several other times along the way for gas, to get a coffee, and warm up.  When I finally made it to Glen Canyon, the skies cleared, the sun came out, and all was perfect.  It was strange how quickly I forgot about the painful ride.  Simply set up camp, and enjoyed a beautiful fireside night under the stars.  This too shall pass...  it always does.  

When I last left off, I think I was planning to split from Dyann, and do my own thing due to her motor issues.  Well, on a whim I decided to point the bike back to the coast and join her for the wedding in Sonoma.  I'd never really done 'wine country', so figured I'd take the opportunity.  It was a cool experience, got to ride by Tahoe again and again, which is worth it by itself, and enjoyed my time with Dyann and her friends.  I even got to do several wine tours/tastings the day of the wedding.  From Sonoma I ended up riding east to a dumpy hotel for the night near Fallon, NV (certainly wouldn't recommend that place).  From there it was onward to Great Basin.  Dyann on the other hand hasn't had much good luck.  The engine she ordered, which was supposed to arrive in Reno on Monday, was shipped to Denver instead.  So, not only did she have to rent a car to get to Sonoma, will also be renting one to get back to Denver for another wedding this coming weekend.  Then she'll have the bike shipped from Reno to Denver at some point to pair up with the waiting motor.  What a disaster!  Poor thing.  Anyway, I wish her all the best.  And a HUUUGGE thanks to Arlo for providing us a most welcome and comfortable home base in Verdi for a few nights.  My door will always be open for you in Denver (or wherever life takes me).  

I guess that's it for now.  I'm gonna go ride the bike into town for a nice lunch on the river.  After that, it will be back here for more relaxation and probably swapping stories and laughs at Larry's RV for 'happy hour'.  Tomorrow I'll press on, not sure where.  I plan to meet a few friends on Sunday at 2pm at the café in Deckers.  From there we'll ride the last few miles home together to Denver.  Looking forward to that.  

Until then...  chat soon amigos!  ~ D

PS...  I had my first run-in with a pointless revenue collector (aka copper, cop, police officer, whatever you want to call him/it).  22k miles, 9mos, 16 countries, and only a couple days back in the 'Land of the Free', I find myself on the receiving end of a $115 speeding ticket.  Thanks Nevada!  Funniest part was, as I was sitting there waiting for Officer Awesome to finish writing the ticket, this Forest Gump looking guy came strolling by with a huge backpack, and rolling adventure case.  I asked him, "where ya headed?"  to which he responded, "walking coast-to-coast, west-to-east".  I yelled back to him, "good luck, don't get pulled over for speeding".  He smiled and walked on down the road.  Crazy guy!  Didn't get his name, but wish him luck on his own adventure.