This is the story about me getting back to what riding used to give me, how it used to bring joy, back when I would ride, just for the sake of riding. Not many on this board know what happened to me, back in April, of 2013, I was hit by a woman in a car who wasn't paying attention. It was the type of hit that if I wasn't just around the bend from a fire station, and if those paramedics hadn't gotten me on that helicopter, I wouldn't be here to type this. I lost out on five months of my life, recovering from my injuries, but I also lost that desire that I once had, to just get out and ride, feel the wind, find those back roads and loose myself. I wasn't afraid of riding, the desire to go out just for fun was gone. I still commute on my bike, every day, 50 miles each way, but that's different at least for me, my commute has a purpose, back and forth to work, its something that I do, because I need to, not because I want to.
This ride was first conceived in 2012 right after the Maggie Valley Rally. Wayne and I had just started playing around with those “color in the maps” web sites. We had all the Southern states covered except for South Carolina. Wayne had the presence of mind to buzz over during Maggie Valley and check that state off the list. When we got back and colored in the map again, we figured out we could cover every other state we were missing in just two more trips. Last year we rode through all the states we were missing in the north east on our trip to Nova Scotia. That left one more ride, the longest we’ve ever tried, to check off Alaska, a few other states and the remaining provinces of Canada that boarder with the U.S.A.