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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by swedstal, Jun 5, 2017.
Glad you made it home safely! A shave AND a haircut?? Man, you do clean up after all
Congrats on the completion of this part of your trip. Be darn cautious completing the remaining segments, you're now back in the land of cell phones!
Glad you are safe at home! Amazing ride the other day. I’m thinking some of that 900+ was in the rain, and it isn’t exactly hot here in the Midwest right now.
If you want to detour a little south on your D-E leg, I’ve got a place near Hannibal MO. I bit on the rustic side we are usually up there thinning the deer herd this time of year. Come on by.
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(HMS) "Mr (Pants) - this is ______ with Honda Motorsports. We received your email regarding a story on ADV rider."
(Pants) "Pretty cool story, don't you think?"
(HMS) "We do. We read the entire story and we think it is great. We've forwarded this information on to our marketing division and other Honda departments. We wanted to thank you for bringing this to our attention."
(Pants) "You're quite welcome. Have a good day."
Well wouldn't that just take the cake. Guy finishes the trip and Honda decides then to kick some sponsor money.
Well I hope they do something to acknowledge Brett's fantastic trip but when Honda was made aware of my buddy Mike's 4yr trip and 69k mi on a Ruckas it was crickets as far as I know.
"Watching him made me think about how important it is to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. I’m sure that sometimes he laments not being as spry as the resident cat or rabbits, but that doesn’t stop him. I hope I can emulate his attitude during those times when my journey becomes difficult. Slow and steady will win this race."
Of all the enjoyable, entertaining words you have written over this trip, these really hit home with me. I appreciate you taking the time to share your story with us all. What an amazing adventure. I look forward to reading the final leg. All the best.
Enjoy your break Brett, we've enjoyed your ride!
This is an awesome ride report, and I’m only up to page 15! Thanks for sharing your story with us!
Wait....how do I make a post? Sorry for the long delay everybody. I'm not going to get back to everyone, but I really appreciate all of the comments and messages of support and encouragement. I'll hopefully be all caught up here soon.
You're my mechanical AND marketing department. Impressive.
Thank you! I really do view an RR as its own art form. I'm still trying to keep improving and learning better ways to tell my story.
Me too! Tell the snow to hold off!
....as I make snow angels in piles of money, right?
Yeah, there are so many culture shock things. More than anything, I just feel so thankful to live where I do. Despite all of its flaws, the US is still a great country in which to live.
I'm fully planning on it! It would be icing on the cake if you were there too! I love the "America's Twin" idea. I might just make a decal and put that over the NC700X sticker.
I never understand why you don't see them more around here. Reliability has to be the number one consideration of a machine on a long journey. I don't know if any company can match Honda's reputation in this regard.
Classic vicmitch. People's reactions run the gamut. Some think it is the best thing that they have every heard, others just don't get it. Is there cardamom in that recipe?
I was a man on a mission that day. Sorry to have missed you!
Thank you for that. My final day on the road I was riding like a man possessed. I flew through the show-me state in the blink of an eye.
I love this. Yeah, Annie was going home that day, with or without me.
More stories to come!
So...Google maps only allows a maximum of 10 points. To place more on a map you need to create a custom map and add each batch of waypoints as a separate layer. When they overlap, the letter disappears for some reason. Sorry to have caused you such anguish!
Ahhh... Mexico. Do they have a Crater Lake? I know that I'm already too late, but I will be watching the conditions like a hawk. There are usually opportunities of mild weather patterns even this time of year, as far as I know. I crossed the Andes in June, so the Rockies don't seem like too big of a deal.
Alrighty! Thank you for that!
Thank you! I hope it works out for us to meet!
Dang... One year ago. That seems like another lifetime.... It was a real pleasure to meet you there. I've had to re-outline your signature a few times, but it is still with me!
Thank you! It would be great to meet you. I know you've been around this RR for a long time. I'll have to see how my schedule and route work out once I get there.
They read the entire story? Those poor people. :-( Thanks for sharing my story with them. If nothing else, I hope it encourages them to keep making creative and reliable bikes. Are you going to be looking for a fee once they start shoveling money my way?
Dude! I didn't know that you knew him. I really admire the journey that he has taken. Few people would think of doing that, even fewer would try. He may be one of the few people who travel as economically as me. I saw that his scooter adventure ended with a broken collarbone, but that he is on a kayaking trip now. His story is wild.
Turn back now! It's not too late!
Monday, September 24th (cont.)
I had a nice ride up to Quito. In pretty much every Latin American county the closer you get to the capital city, the nicer the roads get.
Quito sits up at 9,300 ft (2,800 m) elevation so I had a nice climb up familiar roads into the city.
I was going to be stopping in the city to look for some mechanical things, most notably a rear tire. I had been trying to find an appropriate replacement since I was in Cusco. By this point, I was getting close to a dangerous level of tread.
The last time I was in Quito I had seen an NC700X being used as a police bike, so I was confident in finding a good tire here.
To find a mechanic, I used the app iOverlander. This app is basically a directory updated by other travelers. I have used it many times to find hostels, restaurants and even tourist attractions. It has really been a godsend on my trip. After reading good reviews, I navigated to Memo Motos. I could tell pretty quickly that I was in a good spot.
After a little bit of a wait, Memo, the owner, returned to the shop. He seemed genuinely excited to be able to help me out. His English was pretty good and we vacillated between our two mother tongues during the process. He didn’t scold me too much for the low tread on my tire. This is definitely the lowest I’ve ever taken one:
He didn’t stock any tires, but there was a dealer just a few blocks away. Annie was already without her rear wheel, so he invited me to hop on the back of his CBR1100. He took it pretty easy on the throttle, but it was still an exciting experience.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on the passenger seat of a motorcycle. My foot still instinctively reached for the ground each time we came to a stop.
The shop didn’t have an exact match, but I went with a slightly oversized street tire. I knew that the majority of this tire’s life will be spent on the smooth surfaces of North America. He got the dealer price for me: $134.
Now the only question was: How do we get it back to the shop?
I had to smile at this happy little resident of the shop:
I suppose his fur was initially white, but it easy to see that he’d received thousands of pets from greasy-handed mechanics.
I had a great time chatting with Memo. He’s raced motorcycles of various sizes in various countries. He’s originally from just over the border in Colombia.
After my tire was changed, he did a little bit of work on my rear brake. Finally, I also had an oil change done. He inspected my rear sprocket and gave it his blessing to get me back home.
He was really serious about doing his work well, even re-doing the process of adjusting my chain tension multiple times. We exchanged info and did the signings.
Finally it came to the issue of payment. Though he had spent about four hours on my bike, he was only asking for about $10. I gave him $40.
Though we hit the jackpot with our choice of mechanic, all of our daylight was exhausted. Still, I wanted to make it to Cayambe, the home of my Ecuafamilia, for the evening. Though the road was winding, I knew it well and many sections were lit.
I made a real quick stop at the equator to snap a picture. It felt nice to be in my home-half of the globe.
Riding into Cayambe seemed like a homecoming of sorts. The business and streets were all familiar and I knew where I was going. It was such a pleasure to walk into my home away from home.
I’m going to step out of the day-to-day narrative for my time in Cayambe. It was a pause in the adventure, during which I spent most of my days writing, planning and eating an exorbitant amount of food.
I sometimes feel bad about being brief about these sections of my trip. It almost feels like I’m not giving the important “characters” enough “screen time.” Especially in the case of my Ecuafamilia, I cannot overstate how important their presence is in my story.
I’m not going to re-tell the story of how I became connected with this family, but I wrote more back on PAGE 48. Up in the picture above are my hosts from the first go-round: Rosita, Polito and their son, Paoul. During this trip I would also get to meet their daughter Pame, whose trip to study in Vancouver ended up connecting our families. I would also get to spend some more time with Rosita’s sister, Gaby, who helped me so much the first time I was there.
One thing I didn’t need anymore was my “jungle beard.” It had overgrown to the point that removing it was a bit of a struggle. After a couple of days of Rosita telling me, “No te luces.” (“It doesn’t suit you”) I reclaimed my baby face. I don’t think I will ever grow more of a beard, so here’s a picture for posterity’s sake:
(It looked even worse in real life)
One of the most special experiences was getting to go visit the home of Rosita and Gaby’s parents. They live about an hour bus ride away from Cayambe.
The ladies cooked me a feast of Caldo de Gallina. Translating that as “chicken soup” doesn’t really do it justice. It’s a work of art! They actually had a live chicken and it was a bit strange to watch Rosita and Gaby, dressed in pretty clothes, converting a live chicken into lunch. They really didn’t waste a single part of it. Even the head, with beak removed, goes into the pot.
This day was a really special one for me. As with my first visit, I felt like such an honored guest.
During the weekend, Pame, who is studying in Quito, came to stay at her parent’s place.
Not only was she a great person to be around, it now meant that we had a real translator in the group. I really enjoyed hearing the story of how she met my Sister and Brother-in-law from her perspective.
Mount Cayambe, from their kitchen:
Gaby was a ton of help to me once again. She has worked in a lot of different fields and had a contact named Angel who works in shipping. I visited him in his home and talked about the possibilities of shipping Annie home from Quito. He was a lot of help and was able to give me a solid estimate (about $1,700) with my dimensions.
I was also in touch with a shipping agent in Bogota, Colombia and I tried to keep both options open for as long as I could. I was really torn about what to do.
Getting Annie cleaned up took quite a bit of time. I’ve mentioned before just how sticky that red dust from Northern Argentina/Southern Brazil is. Despite being months in the past, I still had coats of it on my muffler.
When the day finally came for the shipping decision, I was still torn. I decided to use the option in Quito. The flight would be going to New York City in about one week. The prices were similar and this would give me more time to experience more of Ecuador. Gaby and Rosita were excited and began to talk about all of the things we could do over the next week.
But…not so fast.
Just as I was ordering the ticket for my flight to New York, my agent in Quito sent me an apologetic message that the plane I was scheduled for had now been overfilled with flowers (one of Ecuador’s main exports). This put me in a bit of a pinch, as I was too late to begin heading for Bogota that night. I would have preferred to take 5-6 days to reach there, now I would have just 3.
I was disappointed that I would not get more time with my Ecuafamilia, but they sent me out with a bang. They took me to a natural hot springs resort which was about three hours to the north. We had a wonderful time there and stayed late into the evening even though it was a Wendnesday night.
The next morning, it was time for me to go. Parting was even more difficult than the previous time, as I have no idea when I will next make it down here. These people are such a special part of my journey and I know I have made a lifetime connection with them. I feel so blessed to be a member of their family.
Realtime update: My time at home has been a real whirlwind, a real mixture of experiences. I’ve had some wonderful time with family and friends, but have also been quite preoccupied. My Dad went into the hospital about a week and a half ago and spent eleven days there. Updating my RR and planning my last loop have felt like afterthoughts recently.
I think I will be back on the road in the next week or so, but I still have lots to do before then. Every day that I wait will mean more frigid conditions in the mountains, but I don’t want to leave before I am ready. I hope the coming days will be productive ones, but getting to my work has been a real challenge recently. As always, thank you for all of the support and encouragement. I love this community!
Welcome back to the forum Brett, you’ve been missed.
Indeed welcome back! Been missing your adventures, but I also understand the importance of family first and spending time with them. Hopefully your dad is doing well.
All the best!!