I finished the journey on July 10th, 2002 in Port Orford, Oregon. I
got there just as the sun was setting. The trip had taken me approximately
one month. One broken speedometer, one flat tire, five breaks in the
rear sub-frame, ten sore fingers, and one butt that gave up in vain
being sore as it wouldn't do any good. I had taken the bike through
more abuse than I should have, but in the end I was glad to finally
see the ocean. I was smiling from ear to ear, I know now what Lewis
& Clark must have felt when they found the end of their route to
After I spent a few days in Port Orford and sort of became the talk
of the town for a few days, I ended up riding down to San Francisco
to visit some old roommates and co-workers. Then headed back east for
2,500 miles on highway 80 to Wisconsin. I had rode from my driveway
to the trail and back again, what an adventure, what a feeling.
want to thank God for carrying my to the finish, many a prayer were
answered along the trail.
I am featured in the December 2002 magazine, REV.