Here’s the thing about time: It only moves forward, never back. But such is life. With that in mind the past few years, and having become a senior citizen against my will, I was ruminating over how much I missed the ability to go off-road and explore, and to also do some rough camping. My Street Glide was a thing of beauty and I loved riding it, but I really was developing an itch to go in the woods for days wearing the same clothes and not showering. My ever-tolerant wife, Janiebelle, was not in favour of this. So I needed to do some thinking. I almost pulled a muscle…
Ultimately, I decided that the Street Glide had to go. I can always get another one, right? Right? And I purchased a shiny new BMW 850 GS Adventure, complete with the requisite large metal boxes. I was all set! Or was I?
It had been years since I’d ridden an adventure bike, let alone off-road with a full load of gear. So, I decided some re-training was in order. After all, I didn’t want to break a hip and die, and apparently that’s what happens when you