The Dr ... has not forgotten about you!
However, I have been dealing with a plethora of problems that goes far beyond the definition of "Misadventures…"
Let's hope my life gets a little less weird moving ahead.
I'm not even sure where to start, so I'm going to dispense with the formalities and dive in!
If you are readers of this blog, and you've been so for some time, you'll know that I began writing about my adventures 10 years ago.
At that time I was traveling Europe on a bright Red Yamaha 600 Diversion,( that I named "Kis Piroska" which is Hungarian for Little Red Riding Hood) or as we knew them on this side of the pond... the Seca II
I was finding it difficult to hook up to email, sending a message that I was alive and in France or the Dolomites or the Alps or the Pyrenees or the Med or the Adriatic or the Bay of Biscayne or Switzerland or A Rua or Elba or Pisa or Budapest.
I'd sit in a bar or café staring at a keyboard that often was missing letters or of course was in the local language... or my pics wouldn't upload or some such thing. And that was only getting connected.
My eldest daughter Holly suggested I use a Blog to keep in touch rather than punching out a dozen or three emails. She even gear it up and I have been filling pages regularly. Until recently that is.
You see, back in my Alberta days, in 2008, I got serious about having a home down south. After all, I had job flexibility, worked for myself as a licensed financial advisor, single and with trail bikes in my Calgary garage. I bought a home down south, furnished it and it became my adventure central get away spot.
In the time I've owned it, I've had several Dr N Thusiast adventures published in CDN Biker and Motorcycle Mo Jo. My specialty was riding trails that you wouldn't drive with the family sedan or even the SUV.
I've covered a great deal of territory on the seat/pegs of my locally bought Yamaha XT 350 as well as my Adventure scooter.
With the move to PEI* in 2012, I've used it less and less. A long day's flight, limited travel insurance, travel cost and other priorities, like Lisa's family with their newborn also moving to the Maritime's from Cow Town these last few years.
The last couple years I've thought more about riding on the East coast and less of AZ.
Long story short (this is a Blog after all right) I made the decision to sell in Glendale and pack up my few things and close that chapter.
With a year closing and my 65 birthday only a month or so away, I've put my condo on the block.
As I had a full house in Phx, I prepped my listing and departure for a late years sale and reducing my American footprint. After prepping my Ford F 150 for it's longest trip even, I prepped for my departure by driving diagonally across the continent across more that a dozen states and loading up what I felt I wanted to keep, I intended on selling the bikes but was equipped to bring back my Ascot or Yamaha two machines that could be imported across the border if not.
As it turned out, all three bikes sold locally, and that cleared the way for loading up boxes of clothing, riding gear, a few mementoes and tools. I set aside an entire month for this. My target date was mid September to mid October, "camping" in the sleeper of the truck and hopefully doing this before the weather turned.
Things went 'bang' the other side of Albuquerque, first I saw a gray rabbit chomping on a carrot and not too much after he says to me...
"What's up Doc..."
I found myself facing a long tow into Gallup New Mexico, the cause... a broken serpentine belt on a Saturday morning.
"What's up Doc..."
I found myself facing a long tow into Gallup New Mexico, the cause... a broken serpentine belt on a Saturday morning.
Having no choice, I got a room at the El Rancho hotel and hunkered down for some forced sleep.
No sooner than powering up my laptop, there was a bang and smoke, well no smoke, but a very dead computer. Great... what do you do when your computer drops dead in front of you.
I know what you 'don't do'... you don't do blogs!
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