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Day 132 Home, a new definition

I described Day one as mighty. Day one hundred and thirty two, the final day, could be summed up as peculiar. It began similar to every other day that I’ve experienced in the last four months. I was at a random motel, knocking out a post, packing my things and loading the Goose up for … Continue reading

Day 126 The Goode life

I woke from a solid nights sleep upstairs at Bob and Wilma’s. They have allowed me to stay in a nice bedroom until I head out on Saturday. I can’t complain one bit about that. When I walked down stairs Wilma had already left for work and Bob met up with John to head to … Continue reading

Day 114 Pretty-Awesome

I haven’t mentioned it before, but since Brittany has been here we have planned to swing up to Anaheim for the next round of Supercross which fell on day 114. She sponsored our time there. That was our mission of the day. Travel a smooth one hundred miles north and back. Going from San Diego … Continue reading

Day 111 La Jolla

Sleeping overnight was a pain in the rear with the pain in my thumb. I couldn’t get the throbbing to stop, even if my thumb wasn’t touching anything. It’s hard to find a position to lay in where your hand remains elevated and your thumb isn’t resting on something. Eventually pure fatigue set in and … Continue reading

Day 110 K.O.A. bound

Motel 6 near the San Diego airport has been home for the last few days. Our time there has been pretty smooth with just one unsavory incident that happened just minutes after Brittany arrived at the room for the first time. We were staying in room 237 and our not so lovely neighbors were in … Continue reading

Day 105 Beach bum

Staying here in Manhattan Beach with Mickey, is a nice change of pace. My body gets to take a break from the bike for a couple of days and I get a bed to sleep in without the stress of waking up and blitzing out the door before checkout time. The temperature has been in … Continue reading

Day 74 Giant pancakes, big time gun fighting, and huge cacti.

How someone can let their dog bark allllll niiiigghht looooong is beyond me. My, very penetrable, motel room walls were no match for the decibels that this wretched beast belted. I got to sleep pretty early the night before, but when the bladder fairy woke me up in the middle of the night, I was … Continue reading

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My name's Mike Krabal and I am from Jefferson County WV. I'm a thirty year old guy who still believes that you can be anything you want to be. I'm on a mission to find out exactly what that is.

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