This will be short, we rode through nasty road construction projects today, one after another. Several bikes went down and we were grateful for our sidehacks. Strong cross winds nearly blew us off the road and by the time we arrived in Haines Junction we were both beat. We checked in at the Cozy Corner motel since camping out required too much effort and after brief dinners of snack food and noodles we called it a day. That would be great if it were true but the ding-dongs next door to us are hard at it doing laundry and banging on anything solid they can get their hands on so it doesn't look like we'll get much rest tonight. So be it.
I live in Bandon on the southern Oregon coast and I've been riding for a long, long time, years, decades. We won't go there kiddies but believe me, it's been awhile. During that time I've done most of my riding on the road with occasional off-road forays, most of which were intentional. Some weren't. Until just a couple of years ago I'd never ridden a hack - that's sidecar to those who aren't familiar with the lingo. I figure riding a hack up Alaska's infamous Haul road all the way to Deadhorse should top off my torture tank for quite awhile.
Mac hails from Robins, Iowa and has been riding bikes longer than most people have been around. He managed to torture his old BMW past the 100,000 mile mark and presently rides a Yamaha FJR. His newest ride, a 2008 Ural Patrol is waiting on the dealer's highest shelf until the flood waters recede after which they'll assemble it and turn it over to him. The fact that he's heading to Alaska for his first journey on a new rig should tell you all you need to know about him...