Monday, December 20, 2010

Anxiously awaiting a journey that has for so long been so far away.  It creeps now closer, but it sems to be on a treadmill teasing us with its promise of freedom.  The illusive "it" throws blocks of holiday chaos, closures, and expenses.  It teases us with romantic daydreams of love longed for yet just out of reach.  Love and movement blocked by the handcuffs of time and commitment to something invisible.  This invisible pull is the unnamed riddle that shows itself as a blurry black and white picture waiting to be colored by experience.  Let us not be fooled by nievity of the hardships to come.  Let us not be distracted by our excitement or the impatience of the tedious details.  This trip is to explore the relaxation and adventure of our spirit unwrapped-- may it start now.
-tank

Rewind...

This is a  perfect time to backtrack and give thanks to Curtis and Bill at Eurogeek Motorsports in Flagstaff, AZ for their support while I was at the Grand Canyon.  Curtis's welding skills as a sculptor came in handy as he modified a found BMW luggage rack and worked it to fit my 250.  Its always a comfort within the madness to have someone think that what you're attempting is possible, even kind-of cool.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

...with a little help from my friends

one lunch box, and a one gallon jerry can 
We have some of the coolest and nicest friends any one could ask for .

Ever since we decided to take this trip our friends have all been there for anything we have needed .  Our machines seem old , worn , and hopeless . But the crew has been there to help us cheaply get it together .
This is mikey barillaro late in the eve at the Barillaro speed emporium working on welding up my luggage rack . We cut up an old gate that a customer had lying behind his barn and reused the metal tubing to build this monstrosity . It looks as if you could probably tote a whole Guatemalan family on this thing . We may have to cut it down a bit .
mike

....not a lot of hondas here

mike

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Closer?



The current status: 
Stand still.  

T-minus: 18 days!! 
Its snowing., 12 degrees (3 pm).   
Still no parts.  Have beer and too many friends to count.  projects, secret missions, and a to-do list the size of my leg.  This way and that, Christmas fast approaching.  Mike will be heading out of town to the great white north to check the incoming weather for our January 2nd departure.  Please Santa, send scarves, socks and money.       


I guess it's time to actually get serious about getting the bikes ready .

Situation:  Neither bikes run.

Step 1:  Tear down.
Step 2: Drink beer
Step 3: Assess... Both blown up, Mike's especially.
Step 4   order parts, wait.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The rolling hills of pennsylvania


Getting to the mountain top is only half way . The trip was from knoxville to the east to Charlotte  nc then north on the blue ridge parkway and then high hopes to see my family in western pa .
I made it home but thats when the problems began .
I was chasing my tail with a bunch of different mechanical thoughts on what my engine miss was . It would fall on it's face in the midrange and could barely  get out of it's own way . terrible gas mileage and back firing like crazy .   I changed , repaired , and adjusted everything i could possibly think to do . And everytime i thought i had it , i didn't .

I had to be back to work so i set off back to tenn. with a terrible running machine . I took two days but 1600 miles later  i made it home and parked the bike . and does what every good mechanic does when they can't figure out the problem ....... let it sit for a couple of months!
the machine .. a 74 honda xl 350 . I acquired this machine from my younger brother who paid a whopping 200 dollars for it . It may not be the most ideal machine for long distance travel for most but i think it will be absolutly perfect .
1 it's light
2 it has no computer systems
3 good gas mileage
4 it"s a honda
5 It was FREE 

The shake down run .

Heading out with the sun rise through east Tennessee .

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Fresh Inspiration

Oly, Riding in as a dust storm of inspiration for a journey long awaited.  He is on his way to Ushuaia.

Friday, September 3, 2010

The Grand Canyon

One of the 7 wonders of the world.  My back yard.  Life could never be the same when after a 10 minute ride to watch the sunset, the road ends and the ground falls out into an endless vastness filled with a changing palette of colors.  Petrified history of half the age of the Earth solidified in 3D, dropping dropping dropping in elevation and time into the depths of the earth to times before the existence of mulit-celled organisms and Mars-like landscape.  Light bounces off temples of rock and thick monsoon clouds sling rain, lightning, color, shadows, and rainbows onto an animal landscape built to send water flooding into the raging river and out to the ocean taking anything in its way with it.  Cliff edges pulling the curious into its gravitational grip taps into one's deepest longing to fly and to descend into utmost adventure.  From ancient ruins holding fingerprints in the mortar giving clues to those who left the petroglyphs, pictographs, and pottery to old mines scattered with the remnants of the canyon's economic struggle, broken lava dams which catostrophically flooded the canyon to colorfully faulted and folded sediment layers, fossilized lizard prints and dragonflies to sloth skulls and unclaimed skeletons, this place is a force to be reckoned with.  It is not a place for the faint of heart or the weak in body.  Hot as fire or topped with snow, dry as bone or bursting with water, this canyon is as wild and untamed as you could possibly imagine.  To explore the depths and find her hidden secrets takes an enormous amount of everything you have: mind, body, and spirit.

The Mamma Canyon, she's got soul.  She's sassy, but with proper respect she takes gentle care of you.  From the shade of a single juniper tree amidst a mirage of superheated landscape to the cloud that shades your steps, a single spring trickle to a gushing waterfall from an unknown source, a water puddle amidst complete dryness to a hidden garden grotto full of darting hummingbirds and blooming flowers--she gives love to those who choose to know her and brings out the best in those who step to the challenge of self.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBHzD_5Sx2Q
Lyell Butte, Grand Canyon
Hiking by 7am.  To Lyell Butte and back by 4pm, work by 5pm.  Strong day. video

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

What's the worst that could happen?

Inching closer and closer with every concious and unconcious decision to keep life simple, an idea is born of daydreams from time passed and a yearning for adventures unknown.  Life spins and wheelies in chaotically ordered spirals of syncronicities and speed bumps, leaving walls of frustration to those who refuse to turn their sails to the wind that washes over the ridgid.  How much smoother is life when nothing burdens the shoulders that are already laden with the effort of dropping off the constant onslaught of everyday madness.  Stick your nose to the grindstone to get your momentum, but don't forget to look up and lift off.   Efficency, power, and wisdom is uncovered by the whittling of all the unwanted.  Tune your machine, your body and your mind.  Leave room for magic and it will be yours.





Meet the Machines

1974 Honda XL 350
1974 Honda XL 250


Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Meet Teacup

jason tank
Canyon Junky

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Meet Moonbeam

Mike Fairman. 
 Motorcycle masochist extraordinaire