My first trip report, indeed my first real trip (rides down to Seattle don't count in my book) on a bike since the early 80s when I rode a RD400 from Vancouver, BC to Daytona Bike Week to meet a friend. Then Key West Florida and beyond. The beyond didn't happen, my friend didn't have the time to go further south to Central America... and I didn't have the money. Thank Daddy and Western Union that I even got back. Anyways I ended up holing a piston and losing the compression in my RD400. Sold it for $400 to a guy that wanted to use it on the track and took the bus home. My friend, well he lost his virginity! So we both lost something. But I digress... I have been riding for years off and on since I was 16, road raced motorcycles (RZ 350, Ducati 750SS) at Westwood, SIR and PIR and my last ride was a race about 15 years ago (OK, I got a scooter a couple of years ago, I am not counting that!). So my Ducati is still sitting in the garage, patiently awaiting me to brush the cobwebs off and let her run free. I feel the itch every once in the while to get her on the track and the red mist still calls, but not yet my precious... and maybe never. Sad. So I am getting older and perhaps I am in the over abused "mid-life crisis" point of my life but there is one undeniable fact. It is time... time to get back on the saddle and onto a new bike and do some riding. It has been too long. But as a roadie for life the thought of riding something different was appealing. After looking at a bunch of bikes I was compelled to get a BMW F800GS - there was just something about it that resonated with me. The fastest and most powerful production motorcycle in the world was tempting but that bonbon will have to wait. So last year I got the 2009 F800GS and started riding again. While on a dual sport newbie ride I bumped into an old friend that I hadn't seen in a long time riding a KLR 650. Funny that as he also raced motorcycles and that was how we first met. So it was appropriate that we met again on the motorcycle! We got to talking and riding and next thing you know we hatched the plan to ride the TAT from Colorado west to see how far we could get in two weeks. I am Chris and my friend is Vito. This is the story. We started in Vancouver on September 2, 2011 around noon. Stopped at Pacific Motorsports to get some extra Rok straps and away we go... Got as far as Pendleton, Oregon on our first day of riding. Vito was riding circles around me while driving down the highway, and I was thinking WTF? First he goes to pass me on the left, then he slows down and comes around my right side and slides behind me only to end up back at my left. I didn't know the circle trick to entertain ones self during long boring stretches on the highway. Maybe it is a Harley thing... Hmmm, I got a lot to relearn. Later on the highway we had lots of fun sitting in silly poses while riding our bikes. I liked the sleeping recliner look the best! Too bad that resides only in my memory and not in the camera. Here is a shot of me just riding along the first day. Looking at the photo, you will notice something that is important for the TAT yet is missing On our first day we took two photos... I made a point of trying to take more... more later.