Philadelphia

yeah, I played the part of a tourist too...

Turns out it wasn't a transmission problem. The day after I got into Philly, my friend Tony and I rode to the shop and had them check it out. As soon as the shop tech rode the bike 10 feet I can see the chain flopping around. They replaced it, along with the worn front brake pads, on the spot. I feel renewed.... my bike is renewed. I feel like I can do another 3000 miles. Then reality settles in, and I remember my job, my loans, and missing home.

Congress Hall, back when Philadelphia was the capitol

Tony kept me busy in Philadelphia. Worked on both our bikes, drank with coworkers at happy hour, saw a movie, joined a local biker meet up, gave two girls a ride to the gun club range. It was awesome to spend time with an old friend, and even better that he had a motorcycle too. Got some cool videos of us cruising on downtown philly streets at night (which I'll upload when I get back to Chicago). Philly has a lot of gritty character, the one city on the trip that reminded me most of Chicago minus the street car lines. New York City was next. That city is amazing and horrible and every other adjective in between. When I find time and a better connection I'll post about it.

that's right, the gun club took our picture for their website.

The Capitol of Tourism

The sounds coming from my engine have grown progressively worse. I kept thinking it was a clutch problem because it only occurred in first or second gear but eventually I heard it at higher speeds. I thought about ditching most of my camping gear in DC (thinking it would lighten the load on the transmission), but decided to wait to Philly to have it looked at. In the meantime I stayed off it much as I could. That meant no riding through DC or pictures in front of the Washington Monument with my bike and American flag unfurled. While not worrying about my bike I spent the rest of the time finding a place to stay. I thought I'd just roll into town, pick the closest hostel and call it a night, turns out every one is booked for the next several months. I eventually found an expensive one north of the mall. Over the course of the next three nights I stayed at three different places in the DC area including a campground in Maryland.

Schoolhouse Rock anyone? No! No bills allowed on these steps, post 9-11

Washington DC is free. I spent a lot of time at the Air and Space museums and also checked out the visitor center/museum of the US Capitol building, walking through over 200 years of American history set to dramatic music. Every major museum is free, perfect for traveling on a budget. Arlington National Cemetery even has a bus-train tour... DC is the mecca of tourist groups. It's quite insane at times.

SpaceShipOne, the first in private space flight.

USS Enterprise, first NASA test shuttle

Luckily it rained one night and the national mall was relatively clear for one hour. There are several, lesser known places to visit to escape the crowds, like the Renwick gallery suggested by my brother, or the Air and Space Museum hangar in Chantilly, Virginia.

This would be considered creepy at anyone else's house.

What a mess...

Without my bike I relied on walking, taking the DC metro, and even hitching a ride from a Smithsonian curator. I couldn't help but think of the similarities between my predicament and Che Guevara's much more profound trip across South America as detailed in his book: Motorcycle Diaries. Che's bike broke down repeatedly and it seemed 2/3's of the his and Alberto Granado's adventure was without their motorcycle. Of course, my trip pales in significance and I doubt it will lead me to start killing people.


On the way to Philly.

Strip Clubs and Discount Beach Shops

May 16-May 19

Cruising up the Atlantic Seaboard. Camped at Francis Marion National Forest located in South Carolina, the first new state on the trip.





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While camping I met a guy walking across the US for something called the Patriot Walk Across America, (check out his blog at http://patriotwalkusa.org/ his adventure and goal is impressive). He mentioned Francis Marion was the guy the Patriot movie was based on. He would hide out in the swamps and ambush British troops. We camped near the Atlantic Intracoastal waterway, a massive feat of engineering providing a 3,000 mile protected inland waterway. In the morning I saw a pack of three dolphins swimming upstream, pretty amazing considering the Intracoastal is more like an inland river.

Visited the Hampton Plantation, a stop on George Washington's trip to collect talent for the fledging new country. He recruited the plantation owner Thomas Pinckney as a diplomat to England.



Back on the road... as soon as I reached Myrtle beach, my bike starting having trouble in low gear... sounds like a clutch problem. Every 100ft there was a discount beach shop. The whole place was like the Dells but longer and more repetitive. I couldn't wait to leave. I've passed several thousand strip clubs and discount beach shops between Cocoa Beach, Florida and Virginia Beach. The heavily commercialized east coast epitomized by Myrtle Beach is a sharp contrast to the rural roads of Indiana, Kentucky, and Tennessee.

Took a ferry to the outer banks in North Carolina for a brief respite from the developed mainland. Met a BMW rider formally from Chicago and rode along Cape Hatteras with him for a bit. Visited the famous Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, the first English Settlement at Fort Raleigh and the Kitty Hawk National Monument, site of the first powered flight.

Got to Virginia Beach by sun down, had drinks with an old friend from Chicago and was offered a free place to stay by her coworker! It was nice to have a bed and hot shower after several days on the road. Off to Washington DC tomorrow.

Heading North

Finally reached the Atlantic on Friday, south of the Jax beaches.


While in Jacksonville I stayed with a couple good friends. Saw the hilarious and very vulgar Aisha Tyler. Saturday we drove down to Titusville and Cocoa Beach to watch the 32nd and final flight of the space shuttle Atlantis.


Mission STS-132 is the last planned launch of the Atlantis. We had tried for tickets to the causeway, the closest spot at 6-7 miles out but they sold out within two minutes. So we did the next best thing, found a nice, grassy front lawn to watch it from across the water in Titusville. Spectacular launch! The whole thing was over in a couple minutes but the experience of it all, of leading up to it was amazing. I hope to come back for one of the other two final shuttle launches.



You can see the official video here: http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/videogallery/index.html?media_id=13894434
"...And if you don't mind, we'll take her out of the barn and make a few more laps around the planet." - Ken Hamm, STS-132 commander.

Traveled a little further south and ate at a restaurant along the water in Cocoa Beach. With the addition of a flat tire on Chris' car it was an awesome and eventful day. The next day I started taking it slow. I decided to hold the Keys for another time and rode the short 150 miles to Savannah through plantations-turned-social clubs and white beaches that stretch for miles. South Carolina is next!

I planned to leave by May 5 but didn't get out of Chicago till the 8th. I ended up over tightening and breaking a bolt that connects the handlebar assembly to the front fork an hour before I was suppose to leave. Luckily the replacement came in within two days and I was off. That repair was in addition to replacing two thermostatic switches on the cooling system, changing the oil/filter, air filter, coolant and front tire. Above is a photo of my stripped down bike before the trip


Skipped most of Indiana but stayed at Versailles State park before I left the state passing through Aurora, IN:

my route:
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Coincidentally my route through Kentucky took me down the same road to Harlan, some of you may remember this city with the flood walls similar to Harlan:

I don't have a map of the state until I'm well within it in so my route isn't the quickest or most direct but it got me to Florida just the same. It's been slow going though. I didn't account for small motorcycle trouble every single day like a tipped bike in Kentucky, or a drained battery in Tennessee. Luckily people helped me in both occasions and with the battery issue a harley rider called a buddy up who brought a trickle charger. They waited an hour until my bat was charged. Tennessee you're alright.

Started the trip with 8745 miles on the bike... reached 10001 somewhere in Georgia. I'm currently resting in Jacksonville. I'll post videos soon.