Tonight basically culminates the end of my time spent at the treetops. Tomorrow afternoon I will load up my gear and bike onto a trailer, and start the 1100mi trek towards home. At that point I will unload my bike and head towards a friends house, have a few drinks and catch some Zzzzs before I make the final 200mi stretch home on the 9er.

This place has been simply amazing for my spirits. It has played home base to me since Saturday. While a little excitement does happen around...

So I'm already burnt out on my gig that is 100% travel, and have started looking for something that would keep me at home. A buddy of mine works for a web hosting company, and does so working from home. He's making considerably less than I am at my current gig, and considerably less than what I was making at the job I had before that. But, he was also locked up for 3 years, and only had a year or two of experience before that. I spent the last 4 years at one of the big 5 in the industry (in...

We didn't hit the sand hills, only the trails closest to my brothers house. It was still fun, but having not been on the dirt bike in 4 months, I tired quickly but kept riding anyway. We both made it home in one piece, neither of us even dumped our bikes (pretty sure that's terrible english, sorry.)

After reevaluating my schedule, riding today would not have been a good idea. I fly out tomorrow morning, and have next to no clean clothes at the moment. Home now doing l laundry...

Going to be parting ways from the 9er for over a week, but I'll be hanging out with my cr250 for a couple of weekends, then dragging it back home with me. I look forward to the rides to come, hate the rides I'm going to miss here, and am most certainly nervous as hell about the whole thing. My Audi was totaled and my S-10 has 227k on it. It has certainly seen it's better days. It's going to have to carry me 800mi round trip. This trip sort of has to occur. I'm an independent contractor, and...

After having spent nearly 4 months on the road in my cage, I could not wait to get back in the saddle. I new my baby was in the garage, full of gas and sitting on the battery tender waiting for me upon my arrival. I no sooner than walked through the door and threw my gear on the ground, called my folks to let them know I had made it home, than I found myself in the garage doing my pre-flight check. Granted, I took a shortcut or two, I wasn't planning on a marathon ride. Oil level checked out...