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Don't think twice it's alright. Vancouver-Argentina on a CX500

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I've started this new thread since the other one was getting confused with tons of posts going on for ages before I left.

You can see that at Running Away

My dad called and told me not to ride at night to visit them. Spray paint can in hand, I was just about finished painting the racks, so I was really just about ready to go. Didn't want to hang around past the day I'd said I'd go yet again.

I rode out and was the only bike on the 9pm Ferry from Vancouver to the town I grew up in Victoria, BC. The ferry takes 90 minutes so I pulled in around 10:30 at night. After a series of mix ups and dead cell phones I sat at a gas station in Victoria with no friend's place to crash at. I decided to camp since I'll be doing that for months to come it should be good practice to start in a place I know.

As it turned out the place I thought I knew well had changed a fair bit, all the parks and beaches had new gates, and have signs advertising all the fines and penalties for daring to exist there between the hours of 11pm and 6am.

I tried several beaches, and two local hills, Mt Doug and Mt Tolmie. Victoria is a no fun place now, I remember driving around all of those places watching stars, now it's a fine for stopping there. I wonder what the high school kids will do now, sit and make out in cars at the walmart parking lot?

Finally risked sleeping up on Mt Doug, rode my capable offroad machine up the foot path and back onto the road past the gates, then rolled out a sleeping bag after a nice long ride up. beautiful but cold night so I wasn't sleeping much. I relocated to the lee of a nice warm stone wall to sleep, just as I drifted off, I heard a radio acknowledgment and somebody with a light having a good look around. High tailed it out of there, I didn't know I could pack so fast. By this point it was 3am, I was tired, frustrated and getting sloppy. I rode back out the Pat bay highway to try out a trick I read on ADVrider about sleeping up beside the exits/overpasses since that no one ever looks.

I took the first one that looked good, ignoring the foot high wet grass's effect on the traction of my old Spitfire street tires. Found a perfect bowl to sleep in, so I rode down into it, intending to park the bike on the far side and sleep there. For some reason I still can't figure out I stopped sideways on the slope and turned the bike off, dropping my damn keys in the process. Reaching around uphill for them, I started to slip, and leaned out to keep the bike upright, forgetting the downhill side wasn't going to have any footing. We fell over into the bush. No amount of cursing and heaving would convince Aurora to budge, I couldn't get traction for my feet on the wet grass, and the bush was preventing the bike from getting clear even if I could have lifted her more than a few inches. I realized later she'd dug in so well that the kick stand, mirror, and left cylinder were all pretty well stuck, and the tires were right up in the air.

After a few failed attempts to drag the back end around so I would at least be lifting from one side, rather than trying to lift uphill I was about ready to throw in the towel call my parents and get a car jack to push the bike up. I pulled off all the bags, unbolted the gas tank and seat, and just dug in and lifted, dropped her on the uphill side, bolted back on the gas tank, reattached all my bags and only dropped her once more getting out. Took about three hours, I was so tired I just parked on the top of the hill and went to sleep as the sun came up.

Lost almost all my gas before I took the tank off, and burned blue from all the oil in the cylinders later that morning.

looking down the hill, gas tank already off.

Finally over lying on the uphill side so I can clean off the dirt and load my bags again.

It was about a half an hour before I got Aurora to budge that I realized that this trip is where I belong. I wasn't miserable, I was frustrated with myself, but I found that same peace kneeling in the mud in that bush trying to move a bike that got me hooked in the first place while riding an out of oil GS400 with a slipping clutch from SK to BC. I would rather be here than living in quiet desperation in my comfortable suite at home.
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I think Johnnie Cash did that song way before I heard of Bob Dylan Great writing and photography. Keep it up.
Up to this point Jeremy has had a memorable trip that I am envious of. I hope it continues. The 'human element' is gonna be a bitch.

Where in Hell is he today?

It's really OK- I promise not to tell anyone of your sweet, sensitive, fluffy, romantic side!

Most of us girls like a little romance anyway... LOL

:pYou want romance? I'll be passing your way in July.
"Ah well, maybe I'll give him a sharp tongued answer next time."

Nah, forget it. Sounds too much like work, I'm retired
Jeremy, reading of your exploits leads me to believe you chose a horrible route. Why did you choose the eastern side of Mexico to travel when the obvious route down through Kalifornia would make the west coast of Mexico more tourist friendly, Roads, motels etc.
Phil, his route may have been determined by where his birth mother lives.

Jeremy, it does sound like you have hit some real rough patches, your were very lucky with your fire! Stay safe and keep on keeping on.


I'm sorry, I must have missed that chapter in the story. I went back and got caught up with it. Sorry Jeremy It was nothing personal, just a comment on the route because most of your writing seems to lean towards the negative than the positive. When I go on a tour it is for pleasure, not to pit myself against one hardship after another. But, thats me I have always chosen the more pleasant route. forget me. Do your own thing. I'm sure when your story is published it will be a more interesting read than if I had written one. Please forgive me.
Where is that kid? Kidnapped or gone under cover with one of his cousins?

And from Wikipedia:


Aw gee, and I thought he was talking about a hundred dollar bill.
Ah you didn't want to be a Sa--------wanderer. There has to be some other wanderer group out there looking for people willing to wander. If you can ride there you can wander it.

Jeremy, GOTO
I don't recall you ever mentioning Nicaragua in your posts, Did you hop over it?
The toilet reminds me of a bit on an old 80's British TV show called The Young Ones. Great pics.

It looks disgusting actually.
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