After spending a few nights in Surrey, the sun was out and time was to ride again. The day before we met with Debbie and visited the Deeley exhibition and lunch. Getting things ready made Dane change his mind about departure, so we decide to split and meet in SeattleHočem več!
After a good night sleep and a great breakfast, I was good to go, but not before I took one good look at a beauty that was hanging out in the garage. It’s a ’89 Honda Gb 500 TT in pristine condition. Her name is Carla, and me and CarlaHočem več!
All packed, I’m out of here! My flight from Vienna was less than 8 hours away. Just before I turn off my pc, I get a message from Dane, we were about to meet in Tofino for beers and fishing, but it turned out that he quit his job andHočem več!
The beginning of the adventure. A long way down, from Campbell River to somewhere south. Argentina? Sounds good enough. So, if I backtrack a couple of years, 15 to be exact, I remember reading this ride report from Patagonia in “Fuori” motorcycle magazine. My mind, unfathomable, went into overdrive forHočem več!