There'll be very little of two of those things, but plenty of Southern Utah. We begin our journey in Michigan on a drizzly day, with my XR650L and the rest of my meager belongings stuffed in a rented van. Believe it or not, there will soon be a KLR650 stuffed in here too. I'll swing by my friends house to get him, his gear and his bike. I'm starting a job out west, so the natural transition into new work is to rent a van and drive 26 hours with a friend straight to Utah. Then spend a week camping off the bikes before showing up to work like nothing happened. My friend will take the van back to Michigan. FAQ: NotMinimalist, why the van? Don't you have a car? Nope, I sold my 1987 KLR650, so this 1998 XR is my only real transportation. NotMinimalist, why do you have a stack of old tires? Those are for when I don't feel like buying new ones. I can spoon on an old burner tire for commuting and get proper time out of it. NotMinimalist, can you tell us about who we'll be reading about in this report? Yes. Adam is responsible for my behavior. Not really, but he sold me his 1987 KLR650 a few years ago before taking his 1989 KLR on an awesome trip to Alaska and back and around solid chunks of the west. He comes from a road bike background, getting into the KLR as a practical long distance travel bike a while ago, digging further and further into the dirty dirt riding as he goes. (above photo is Adams) His 1989 KLR is far from stock and I would argue it might be one of the best non-showy "SW-Motech-everything" KLRs out there and it actually gets ridden pretty good. I started out on a KLR and now I try to get myself and the XR into silly stuff and then back out.