In 1993 I passed my motorcycle test. The next thing I knew I was sitting on a bike six times bigger than anything I had ever ridden, on 42nd Street, New York, at rush hour, on the wrong side of the street. In front of me lay the whole of the USA, and I took a peak at most of it!

I looked down from Yosemite Falls, as a rainbow framed Half Dome, I looked off to one side, as the wind eddied around the vast lonely cornfields of the Mid West. I looked up from the very bottom of the Grand Canyon in awe of the red moonscape I had descended into. Most of the time I was looking sideways at a Wal Mart or gas station as I struggled from underneath my now horizontal Honda Nighthawk 650 that had fallen on top of me. I am so grateful for what I saw and whom I met and the whole experience helped to shape the rest of my life.

So I got home, a job, married, kids, house, business etc. And forgot about biking, in many ways, I just wasn’t interested. As the big 40 approached I felt a long since dead bug begin to wiggle, and the need to two wheel travel began to take shape. I wanted to see all those things in Europe that I was interested in or had heard about or could barely remember.

So in just over 3 weeks I will be setting off on my Apriia 650 Pegaso Trail single cylinder bike. I am hoping to get to Sarajevo in Bosnia and Herzegovina and then turn back to spend some time in the Alps with my family and then go on and touch a few mountains. All in all, a one month trip by myself. If it is anything like my trip around North America it will be hilarious....