A few of life’s motorcycling lessons I learned and want to pass along to anyone who cares to take a trip of this magnitude are:
If you see an open gas station, fill ‘er up.
Don’t let an opportunity to make a stranger a friend pass by.
Take care of your equipment.
Enjoy yourself and don’t let the little things bug you.
Savor the moments, they will last a lifetime.
I cannot add my final comments to this portion of our Alaska blog without some mention of the people who made this adventure possible and those who made it much more enjoyable for Kevin and me.
Tom Hendrix and Jeff Allen
Peter and Dawna Stenros
These people, now friends, offered accommodations for us for sleeping, washing clothes and ourselves, and even shop facilities and several times great meals. Before this trip we had never even heard of them, having made contact through a motorcycle adventure group on the internet. Thank you all, and, please, stay in touch somehow.
I would be remiss if I did not include in my appreciation if I failed to mention here my wife of almost 39 years, Ada…
and my daughter, Laurie, grandchildren, Jacob and Ella. Their support that Grandpa still had enough zest for life in him to achieve my lifelong dream of a motorcycle trip to Alaska was on my mind daily.
My final thanks is to my riding companion and son-in-law, Kevin, for putting up with me and my snoring.