Premise: Sell everything and Retire/Start a business (?) in Central/South America. Launch Date: Nov 1st 2014, snow be damned! EDIT: If you want to skip the foreplay and mindless banter I won't blame you. The actual RR starts at post #303! As I write this, the upstairs is empty, the mattress is on the floor and the TV sits on top of a KLR Topcase. Takes me back to College. The Skinny: Sold everything but the bikes. Relocating from Ontario Canada to Central/ South America. The final destination isn’t determined yet and may take a year or ?? Hoping to set up a Hostel/Adventurer Safe Haven and Maintenance Depot. With a Bar and Restaurant of course, catering to the KLR types on up to the BMW R1200GS Starbuck $15 Latte Two Wheeled Motorhome Crowd. WARNING: The following is depressing but a necessary part of the story for those considering the same. The Fat: To seek out new lives, new civilizations....to boldly go where no one thinks it’s safe. It’s stressful as hell. Skip ahead to the launch date for the RR if you’re stuck in your rut and just like looking at the pictures to help get through your day. I won’t blame you. It’ll be less of a downer. Having started out in life with little more than a spork, and then spending decades overcompensating by working up to 3 jobs at a time, collecting Trade Licences and accumulating “stuff”, selling everything you own is really, really hard. So far, I’ve been fairly successful in converting my stuff into beer. I am a lifetime mechanic and I now have no tools. A caged Lion. A bird without wings. An unattended open bar. What have I done? Last winter was brutal here in Southern Ontario. Worst in 20 years they say, 30 if you’re trying to sell Vacation Packages. The wife booked some time off and we took the cheapest vacation package anywhere South. A last minute deal to Cartagena, Colombia (a port of the Stahlratte) for Valentine’s Day. We packed our ATGATT but were unable to get bike rentals there. An American group swooped in and rented all the KLR’s from under us. Business is Business. So while we sat under an umbrella on the 14th at the free bar next to the lapping waves of the Caribbean Sea, inspired by our previous rides around North America as well as other Gnarly Adventurer’s Ride Reports, we decided to give the ADV salute :fyyff to further winters in the Great White North. We're Bikers, not Sledders like my brother! Sounded easy enough. OMFG. The first hurdle was breaking it to the family and friends. My MIL hated me for a long time, blaming me for breaking up their close knit family. My family just acknowledges each other over turkey every other year. Mom wants to move back in with me down south. Our friends just said “What took you so long?” Research research research. Where,when, how? Leaving in the Fall is best so as to catch the DRY season down there so I had time to complete all the unfinished reno’s in order to list the house. It sold in 4 days with a closing date of Oct 31. D day! Parting with all my hard earned stuff was excruciating! Dealing with all the lowballing idiots on Kijiji (our Craig’s List) was . Pennies on the dollar being the norm. Bec sold her car for less than what was owed. My Jeep went to the first cash offer, an 8" stack of $20's.:eek1 Vehicles we planned to drive into the ground became an expensive waste. I’d been leaving the keys in mine with a full tank. No luck there either. So many unfinished projects scrapped. There was Travel shots at the Clinic, informing my bank so as not to have my accounts frozen, changes of addresses, cancelling Insurance, getting Insurance, finding storage, donating, buying, getting 10 yr Passports, extending our Health Care for 2 yrs as Tourists (Free - Thank you Canada!) etc. All the winter clothes were given to the various Charities. I had to stress over what clothes Bec gave me for Christmas so as not to be yelled at for donating them. “You said you liked that!” We saturated the family and friends with our crap and they pretended to be happy about it. Even the neighbours hide from me. I’m planning to set up our patio furniture in Don’s yard next door the night before we leave..... All in all, there are so many loose ends. Did I mention the pets? We have 2 cats and no kids. Cats are ubiquitous and beyond free. People pay you to take them. I hear they even offer swimming lessons for them too. A one time fee. Our one cat’s named “Broken Head”. He aint right. Showed up one day with scars, a broken tail, missing nuts and OCD. Lovable little Snuggle F%$K tho. More on this to follow. Sorry Guys, you gotta go!