THIS ALL BEGAN IN LOCKDOWN…

While driving a desolate, open stretch of the Stewart-Cassiar Highway in July 2020, I passed a lone rider travelling on an adventure bike.

For reasons that I still can’t explain, that ordinary, fleeting moment lit a fire in me.

Never in my life had I considered riding. But now, my subconscious was obsessing about all things motorcycle.

Eventually, my midlife crisis shut down the debate and made the executive decision that exploring the world on two wheels was something that needed to be done.

It was settled.

At 46 years old, I would learn how to ride, and I would tour Alaska.