I had little idea of what to expect of Mexico, a country to which my only exposure had been various film portrayals which invariably painted it as lawless and full of Danny Trejos threatening to kill you. Unsurprisingly, therefore, the reality was greatly different. I had booked a week of AirBnB in the capital, Mexico…
Month: November 2016
LA a note to follow SO
As you may remember, my trip along route 66 left me in Santa Monica. Having never visited LA, I decided to stick around for a week and see if I got talent-scouted to star as the villain with the British accent in an upcoming blockbuster. I’m giving away nothing about my success in this venture…
Route 66: the mother road – Arizona and California
I left you in Flagstaff, AZ. With only a few hundred miles left to reach my final destination of Los Angeles and with several days remaining on my Harley Davidson rental contract, I decided to take a detour to the Grand Canyon, about a 150m round trip from Flagstaff. I had twice been to Las…
Route 66: the mother road – New Mexico and Arizona
Leaving Texas to the East, glinting in the early-morning sun, my Harley and I crossed the state border into New Mexico, she of Gary Johnson fame. Route 66, as an icon of the automotive world, is littered with museums flaunting the riches of American vehicular history. En route to the Blue Pool at Santa Rosa…
Route 66: The mother road – Texas
If you haven’t read posts 1 and 2 of the Route 66 saga, the backdrop is that I’ve ridden from Chicago, IL, to a small town in Texas called Shamrock, on a rented Harley Davidson. Here we rejoin our story. If you look in any Route 66 guide under the entry for Shamrock, the headline location is always the…
Route 66: The mother road – Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma
At the end of the previous post I had made it as far as Springfield, MO, in my Route 66 ride from Chicago to Los Angeles. I awoke to an unpleasantly familiar sound. Rainfall. Heavy rainfall. I looked outside and, sure enough, the parking lot of my motel was bathed in liquid sunshine. This presented…
Route 66: The mother road
Having ridden motorbikes for over 10 years, riding Route 66 had long been a dream of mine. For those who are not familiar with Route 66, it was the first major road connecting the East and West coasts of America, running from Chicago to Los Angeles. And if you’re ticking off a bucket-list item, you…
Chicago: The Windy City
First and foremost, let it be noted that there was no wind while I was in Chicago. I felt let down. Duped. No big apples in New York, no wind in Chicago and now updating my blog on a rainy day in the “Sunshine State”. Wind or no wind, I shall recount my experiences of…
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