Billy and John's Big Adventure

One possible route

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A shout out to my wife, her brother and everybody else, in that order.


I would like to share a few motorcycle notes this week in preparation for the Trip to Sedalia, MO and the epic vicarious ride from Key West to Nova Scotia scheduled for August/ September.

This is one way to get to the BMW International Rally, feels boring though.

I have always wanted to go to a BMW motorcycle rally and this is the first year that I will get the chance, I leave Sunday and will head to Sedalia, Missouri on the BMW R1200 GS loaded with camping gear. BMW motorcycle people are a distinct tribe with very specific markings, like potbellies, bald spots and dwindling testosterone levels. Some even have faded tattoos; fortunately I only have two of those traits.

First shout out is to Alison, my lovely wife. She has really put up with a lot. Not that I am a weirdo or anything but I suspect I am not a normal guy to be married to, maybe worse, maybe better than average but I have done a lot of things that would make a spouse crazy, jumped out of airplanes, rappelled from helicopters, had a job that took me to a war zone twice, bought drums, played drums, turned the house into Electric Lady Land studios and she has never once said: “Please don’t wear that T-Shirt”. Having a great spouse who supports your eccentricities is one of my biggest blessings in life.

Second shout-out is to William Wynne, Chief Cook, Bottle Washer and Chogie Boy wrangler at . He is a magical character to me, who is an anachronism for leadership.

( Note, is this case, I mean William is timeless, not a relic.)

I can see him explaining to Hannibal, Napoleon, Patton, Hackworth and nephew Peter who is a musical mastermind why the Blues are better than Pop-punk, he can explain the need to re-visit history and stop and smell the roses, coffee or local fare. All at the same time in different points in history.

He has always done that for me. He is the guy that taught me to always trade things for experiences when there is a choice. An example of this is NOT using a GPS travel. It forces you to dismount, go into the sketchy gas station to ask directions and talk to the old man who served two tours in Viet Nam and once beat up a hippie for spitting returning troops. If I owned a piece of technology, that old man in that gas station would not have had the opportunity to tell me that he felt bad about that incident in 1969. William is the man, an intellectual giant, eccentric to the point of fun and the best motorcycle buddy I have ever had.

Stay tuned because you will hear from him again. In the mean time, stay tuned and check out his web sites to include his blogs and rants and raves. He always values people above things and for that, I am devoted to him. He is also the guy that passed me on the Alaska Pipeline road stand on the pegs with his hands in the air, that was pretty cool too.

And everybody else? You are awesome too, especially for reading this far.

Now, here is my question, should I head West to Jackson, MS and then north on Route 61? Here is the reason. Part of the famed crossroads where Robert Johnson supposedly sold his soul to the devil to make it big in music. I wonder how much I would get with my Om Pah skills. Devil would be like: “Uh, no thank you, not today”.

Please let me know if you have a route suggestion or would like me to visit somewhere for you. I hope to add a note every few days. In the meantime, if you have not already seen it, please check out the BMW rider link on You-Tube. 

All the best,


Warm up trips

I have a few warm up trips planned. First was an impromptu run from Columbia, SC to NJ and back. I headed north on 95, turned right Virginia, headed over the Cheaspeake Bridge to the Eastern Shore of Maryland. The Eastern Shore is one of my favorite places on the planet, its beautiful but geographically undesirable, that means not too many people.

I took the ferry from Lewes, DE to Cape May, another one of my favorite things to do. I finished the night with a Parkway ride to Toms River and two days at my brothers house, from there, all back roads to Bridgewater to show support for . A good time was had by all, a great liver pulsing show.

Back home safe after a 575 mile day, always a big day on a MC. I will keep practicing the blog thingy here to prepare for the big trip in August. Stay tuned and I hope I can make it worth it.


See you in late September.

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