I know trip reports are supposed to have pictures, but this journey happened a long time ago and I couldn’t afford a camera back then. If you hate text-only stories then feel free to skip this one. Also, although it happened long ago I kept a journal so the facts are accurate. It was the summer of 1966 and I was 16 years old. I had bought my first bike that spring with money I had saved up from mowing lawns, shoveling snow, and delivering newspapers. It was a 1965 Honda C-110 and I got it used from a friend for $100. It had the same 50cc 4-stroke engine as the step-through Honda Cub but this model had a gas tank mounted like a “real” bike, a 4-speed transmission, a regular hand-operated clutch, and a high pipe. It was love at first sight. I rode it everywhere on the roads and old logging trails here in the wilds of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, often with my buddy Doug. He was also 16 and had a Suzuki Trail 80 – a 73cc two-stroke with a high pipe. My bike would do 45mph on level ground with a slight tail wind and his would nearly hit 55 under the same conditions. That difference would prove important. Anyway, we hatched a plot to take a trip together when school got out in June. We looked at maps and decided the loop around Lake Superior looked like a challenge since neither of us had ever done anything like it before. We started gathering gear and somehow talked our parents into letting us go. Departure day approached.