Prince George citizens. Still in civilization, following breakfast at the Canadian Church, Tim Horton’s, weary to be back on the road. Laying around motionless on concrete, at that point, was a welcome respite.
This is Chuck from Alaska Cycle Center in Anchorage. Because the Guzzi was brand new, it was overdue for the first factory tune-up. I thought for sure it was going to go through the ringer, but the filters were surprisingly clean. I rode in with a bolt sticking out of a flat rear tire but beside that, all it needed was an oil change. This bike handled the Alaskan roads like a dream.
One of the greatest things about riding this far north is that the sun never sets. It’s easy to ride longer and farther without realizing how far you’ve gone or what time it is. This photo was taken at 1am after nine days of nearly constant charging from Los Angeles. There was a lot of stoke in the air and maybe even a little in my face, although it’s hard to see. I was extremely tired and haggard, but mostly, I was just happy to have made it. It was 312 km from Fairbanks to the Arctic Circle on a gravel pathway that occasionally resembled a road. If my memory serves me correctly, we got back to Fairbanks at 6am later that morning. It was a 14 hour round trip, all in blazing daylight.
The bears. They seems like they’re fairly friendly, fluffy creatures but I wouldn’t advise testing that theory. This is a taste of what the Alaskan roadside can look like at any given moment; they’re everywhere.
The pipes. I don’t think there was a bathroom, ciggy or gas stop without Harvey fixing his pipes. Now that I think of it, I’m not sure if they were ever even welded on in the first place. Some sort of a metal wire jimmy rig going on here. One of any amusing and humbling moments watching Harvey fix his chopper.
One of the worst things about riding this far north is that you’re going to be swarmed by mosquitos the moment you stop. Because I wasn’t wearing a helmet, it’s anyone’s guess as to how many I ate. This was taken just after leaving the Arctic Circle, headed back to Fairbanks. The scenery up there reminded me of Lapland in my native Finland. I had been flying a Canadian flag on the back of my bike before losing it somewhere along the road, so I grabbed this birch branch to substitute for a Finnish flag; a little reminder of home.
Most hours of the day, Harvey was in absolute agony on the hardtail. There were a few moments of stoke and comfort when we would hit a smooth stretch of road, especially when we were nearing the Alaskan boarder. Victory of surviving another unpaved stretch of tarmac.
That’s my epic road trip. What was yours?