Motorcycle Explorer December 2014 Issue 3 | Page 35

T
hat year of parting did nothing to
diminish the experience of this grand
adventure as we rode ever north, then
strangely diverted into a wild and wonderful
place called simply, Texas. My drive chain had
gone all loopy; I’d started chugging along, not
the best for a comfortable ride. The fine hands
of a great guy called Chris King changed all
that and added the tool roll to my belly, let me
distribute a little more weight low down.
T
he USA was a wonderland of National
Parks threaded together by some terrific
tarmac, I rode snow lined roads through high
mountain passes, choked with glaciers and my
little headlight shone on some of the greatest
wonders on this planet. This continued up
through Canada, where in the northerly
latitudes, I experienced something I’d not seen
since leaving home: cold. By now I was
covered too in tats from all the places we’d
been along the way and a great ice-breaker
wherever we rode in to a new town.
T
he Alaskan Highway; 1422 miles of
permafrost rippled smooth stuff, every mile of
it awesome. I sensed an air of calm and
accomplishment in Mags as we stood on the
threshold of achieving our mission goal. Man
that was one hell of a day we crossed that final
frontier and I could finally brag about what it
said on my biscuit-tins; “Chile to Alaska” –
we’d made it! But the challenge wasn’t over
yet as the Dalton Highway loomed large at the
end of the road.
On the road again!