Author Archives: MotoPoet
Day 12 – On Doodoo and Beer
Woke up at a decent time and slowly packed my stuff, I’m still not good at this game and constantly try to change how things are packed hoping to find a perfect set-up. When I left NY I built a basic cable mechanism inside the Wolfman packs to locks them up. They are soft luggageContinue reading “Day 12 – On Doodoo and Beer”
When The Mountains Crumble.
Day 11 – !Mexico lindo y querido!
I must admit, this is one nerve-racking day. I’m afraid of things going wrong, not having the right paperwork, not having data on my phone, not being strong enough to endure this lifestyle, you know, all those little mundane things you get used to go out the window once you cross the border. Or doContinue reading “Day 11 – !Mexico lindo y querido!”
Days 9 – 10 Espinaca and Family
As much as I want to be in Mexico already, I still have to head south to the border. Based on advice from the previous day I opted for crossing in McAllen-Reynosa and before heading out in the morning I reached out to a few Couchsurfing hosts. Within minutes I got a reply from EmilyContinue reading “Days 9 – 10 Espinaca and Family”
Day 8 – On Doughnuts
Woke up to the smell of coffee and breakfast. Pat and Diana had brought a bunch of delicious egg burritos and as soon as I walked out of the kitchen they had a cup by the coffee maker waiting for me – As Mr. Junyah[ from A Yankee Goes South (advrider.com) would say, my lifeContinue reading “Day 8 – On Doughnuts”
Days 5-7 On Explosions, Homelessness, and Gambling
During these days there wasn’t much going on. I mostly focused on getting to Austin to prepare for my border crossing… Last night was a great first camping night of the trip. Spot was quiet, temperatures where perfect in the mid 60’s, dinner was delicious, and I had the plus of having a herd ofContinue reading “Days 5-7 On Explosions, Homelessness, and Gambling”
Day 4 – Ride, Rest, Reflect, Repeat
Today I woke up feeling fresh. Not only did I rest up yesterday, but I also experienced one of my favorite motorcycle rides ever – granted, I’m no expert, but it’s still a milestone for me. Time seems to be passing very quickly, and I must confess that days are starting to meld together. ThoughtsContinue reading “Day 4 – Ride, Rest, Reflect, Repeat”
Cold Spring, NY
Se encontraron las masas en aquella esquinita floja. Los niños no supieron distinguir el mal del bien, creo que la sanidad no los dejaba. Y por un instante pasamos desapercibidos. Todos éramos uno, sin odio, sin agravio, llenos de amor. El otoño apenas asomaba sus colores, el Hudson vitrineando como siempre con su briza. ElContinue reading “Cold Spring, NY”