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pie Alaskan Adventure Ride by Kevin O'Shaughnessy It was somewhere between the towns of Chitina
and McCarthy when it finally started to sink in, that feeling of not knowing
what time it is, not knowing what day it is and most importantly, not
caring. That is when you know your are having a good ride. Mike and I
were trying to catch the Old Man; he was getting nervous about the thunderheads
in his mirror. Rounding every turn, we saw his fresh tracks cutting through
the Alaskan wilderness; looked like the Old Man was getting busy
on that KLR, he really doesnt like the rain. As I look back on the planning of this Alaskan
trip, seeing bears or going fishing was not my primary focus. It was going
to be all about riding Alaska, and it had been on my to do before
you die list for quite some time. I realized a while back that I
love travel and I love riding motorcycles, it didnt take a genius
to figure out how to combine them. There are a few simple steps: This time it actually worked; it didnt
take much to convince the Old Man, he has been telling me about Alaska
for years. The conversation went something like, Hey Pops, you wanna
go to Alaska and rent a couple of dual sports? Sure.
My brother on eht other hand, took some work. He comes from a motocross
background so if the bike isnt scary fast and constantly trying
to throw you off, he isnt interested. I pulled out the Pops
isnt going to be around forever speech and that did the trick,
he signed on and left the wife and kid to fend for themselves for a week
(dont kid yourself Mike, they loved every minute!). When we arrived at the Anchorage airport the
rain was coming down in buckets, no exaggeration, it didnt look
good. The Old Man started to mumble something about a car rental when
Mike and I chopped that right off, although, I am sure Mike and I were
thinking the same thing, this might suck. This tour was going
to be a little different, it was a self guided tour, in other words Good
luck boys, try to keep the rubber side down, see ya next week! There
is a certain freedom in that approach, I couldnt see this trio of
characters doing it any other way; besides, the Old Man would have tested
any tour guides patience with his constant home-made pie stops.
If there was pie, we stopped. Actually, in retrospect, that wasnt
a bad plan at all. We showed up at Alaska Rider Tours after a
heapiung breakfast across the street at Gwennies (wicked crab omelets).
Phil, the head cheese at AK Rider, was there to meet us. His crew was
busy outfitting our bikes, two Kawasaki KLR 650s for pops and I,
and a Suzuki DR 650 for Mikey (he had to have the sporty one). After what
seemed like just a few minutes, we had packed our gear into the saddlebags
while receiving general instructions like, You guys are gonna have
a blast and Dont forget to do the bonus rides.
Phil had given us each a personalized tour book, with maps and suggested
side-trips. As we pulled out of the parking lot the perma-grin
started in. I had finally made this happen, riding a motorcycle in Alaska
with my Dad and brother and to top it all off, the sun had decided to
escort us out of town (after Mikes stop to buy some bear spray). Our first night was at a mountain lodge with
incredible 360-degree views and much-appreciated locally-brewed coldies.
One of the preconceptions that I had about Alaska was that the food wouldnt
be any6 good. This place straightened us all out right quick. Another
preconception that went out the window was about Alaskan women, again,
this place straightened us right out (or was that one too many coldies?). The following morning we woke up to some menacing-looking clouds headed our way and by the time we had the bikes packed and warmed up I felt just a few drops; time to put your head down and grab a handful. We got away from it for the most part. Had to stop for pie in Chitina. After you cross the Copper River it is sixty miles of dirt road to McCarthy and some of the most incredible scenery, and of course, angry mamma black bears.
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