Ahh the other goods !
5 National Parks
1200 gallons of fuel
30 Quarts of oil
3 sets of tires
500 pints of beer
3 busted rocker arms
Exploring the American West in sidecars.
More than one relative and motorcycle industry pundit looked at us cross-eyed. Actually, they all did. We decided to take two oddities, Ural sidecars, out of their crates and push them deep into the American West for 10,000 miles.
It’s a romantic notion we all dream of; load up your steed with only the essentials and, like any pioneer, head west into the great unknown to cross paths with its landscapes, its saints, and its sinners. To play in its outdoor wonders, and get lost and then found again in the process.
There’s something about self-inflicted struggle we’re used to here in the Northeast - so we forsook the comfort of traction control, heated grips, and the cruise button. Instead, we opted for the next thing up from traveling via stagecoach: the utilitarian and free-spirited nature of the Russian sidecar. We blended it with our own mixture of grit and simple ambition and chased the western sun for thirty straight days.
“Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” - Mark Twain
Now it's your turn.
Twain’s quote punched us in the head and heart last spring. We’d had enough Saturday night bar hopping. It was time to let the motorcycle change us once again. We hope Issue 022 hits you in the same way and that you decide to get outta dodge this year.