As I sit here in the Salt Lake City airport waiting for an impromptu flight home, I cannot scrape together a single bad thought about the motorcycle I am leaving behind; possibly for good. Well, OK, maybe just one bad thought; I still have 18 payments to make on it!
The bike and I met three and a half years ago, and we soon became fast friends. Over this time, we rode 173,000 miles together through sun, wind, fog, rain, snow, sleet and hail. We have ridden from sunrise, through day and night, to see the sun rise again. We have ridden through every month of the year, in temperatures from -10 to 120 degrees. We rode through all the lower 48 states, across all of Canada and even Alaska. We rode every single mile as a team on a mission to raise money and awareness for multiple sclerosis (MS).
Although I always ride alone, our adventure would have gone nowhere without the support of my sponsors. Twisted Throttle, Aerostich, Yamaha, Bridgestone, BMS Saddles, Spectro Oil and EAZCycle all contributed gear and accessories to help make my journey a success.
As I sit here in the terminal, with a 4-year old having a tantrum behind me and his older sister looking over my shoulder as I type every word, “yes, I’m writing about you”, I can’t help but grin, feeling thankful and proud. How could I feel anything else?
Yesterday was November 6th, and my trusty two-wheeled companion and I set a world record while raising $6,000 for the National MS Society. The Yamaha never complained as I pushed it way beyond any sense of normalcy, logging 2,000 miles in a single calendar day. Incredibly, that wasn’t the world record! The record I set was for riding the most hours in one day. I am the first person to document riding a motorcycle 28 hours in a single calendar day.
By riding from Indiana to Nevada, across 4 time zones on the day we set our clocks back, I was able to gain 4 extra hours before midnight which allowed me to ride the 2,000 mile route all on the same day. I called this extreme and original challenge the “Big Time” ride, and by all accounts it was a success.
I did have serious hesitations heading out on such a difficult ride attempt on my old friend. The bike had been showing signs of wear and developing some odd behaviors and deficiencies over the past year. Fourth gear had worn away some time ago; accidentally engaging it would bring quite a loud clacking complaint. The piston rings had long stopped being efficient; I was adding a quart of oil every 1,000 miles. Sometimes the bike would be hard to start, and the corrosion in the wiring harness would often leave me with a weak or dead battery. The forks were leaking oil intermittently, and the epoxy repair I made to the side of the engine 80,000 miles ago was seeping quite a bit of oil as well. Seals were eroding, and the timing chain had long since stretched past its ability to self-adjust. Of course I never followed the service schedule!
On paper, my bike was not worth a dime, even as parts, as almost every bit of it was worn out. The high mileage and excessive wear and tear equal to 35 years of normal riding had reached every nook and cranny of the machine. To anyone else, taking this bike on such an extreme ride brought a high risk of failure. Looking past the wear and tear, leaking oil, rough running and barely starting issues, I believed my trusty companion had just enough life for one more big trip. Because of its devoted service to the cause, I also felt #1 had earned the chance to share in my historic world record ride.
I had a lot in common with this bike. Just because I have some symptoms and problems caused by MS doesn’t mean I should stay home, take the easy road or stop taking risks. My disease and its effects on my brain and body will never define who I am. Some people tried to talk me out of this extreme attempt for fear it may exacerbate my MS, but having a progressive disease only made me more determined to attempt this ride. I never doubted my ability, so why would I doubt the bike’s?
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