This recipe for adventure is available to any one of us, but is rarely prepared because we all live so well planned and convenient lives that we seldom think of it.
The ingredients are very simple, all you need is:
- 1 Motorcycle of your personal preference
- 1 Minimum of luggage (can you live with out it, don’t bring it)
- 1 Destination at least a good days travel away
- A few days free in the calender with no plans
- 1 You in your riding gear
You can prepare the dish any old way you feel like, that is sort of the point of it. But a good result is best achieved by not planning to much ahead. In fact it’s recommendable to plan a little less than you’re comfortable with for an “al dente” result. Just get your but on the road and go, is a good start.
Heading out for adventure
A few weekends ago I had planned to attend Bedrock pre ’54 bike and car meet. Then I learned that Scott and Zack (who made the movie Choppertown) was in Hamburg that same weekend. I’ve known the guys a few years, but never actually met them in person. So now that they where only a days ride away, not meeting up with them for a beer or two would be kind of lame.
“To hell with it”, I thought “I’ll go to Hamburg on Friday, and from there to Bedrock on Saturday”. I learned that some other Danes was going to Hamburg as well for the Hamburg Harley Days, and they had some spare room in a caravan they rented.
Fast forward to the day of departure, the other Danes have bailed out in the last minute (there had been rumors of slight rain fall), I have no place to sleep in Hamburg, every hotel is booked, and I’m hesitating if I should go or not. Luckily I got a hold of Zack and he said he’d try and work something out, and if all should fail I could crash on the floor in their hotel room. That was enough for me, and off I went.
A few minor showers is all I saw on the way there. One was when I stopped at a gas station. A good time to have a smoke and fiddle a bit with the phone camera.
As you can see I reached my destination. We had a bloody good time, and it was great meeting all the guys. From the left. Johnny, Scott, Me, Kutty, Zack, and LÃ¼tz. Three different nationalities, one common interest in old iron with wheels.
Zack and Scott did a great job in helping me find a place to crash. Dickies is sponsoring the One World Tour, and Olaf (who works for Dickies) and his wife was kind enough to let me crash on a spare bed. I never met Olaf before but with a common interest in motorcycles we instantly hit it off, and ended up kicking tires and drinking beers in his (very nice) garage until 2 in the morning.
A series of fortunate unfortunate events
Had the other Danes not backed out, I’m not sure I would have had such a good time. Riding out alone and without knowing where the heck I was going to sleep or anything, really forced me to keep a positive attitude and be open towards meeting new people.
I rode more than 800km (500 miles) that weekend on my 35 year old shovelhead chopper. Had no problems what so ever with the bike, and believe me I wasn’t holding back to spare it.
So not only did I make more new friends than I had dreamed of, I also found out that my bike hauls ass and will take me where ever I want to go.
That my friends is what you call “one hell of a weekend”. I can not emphazise enough how much you got to try it. Just go, doesn’t have to be around the world to be an adventure. The destination is only an excuse to make the trip.