Day by Day breakdown - Day Two

Day Two is the route from Mauston, WI to Grand Forks, ND. About 500 miles, with the only super major obstacle being Minneapolis, Minnesota traffic.

I've been to Minneapolis a couple of times, but never for very long. Mostly stopovers at the airport, which hardly count for 'being there'. I've driven through it in a driving rain, staying on I-94, but that can't really count for visiting either. To be honest, I think I'd rather visit some other areas in Minnesota that I've heard about: Ely, Duluth, Hibbing, Rochester, Winona, Mankato, etc. Knowing there's a ton of family researching I'd like to do in Minnesota, I think we'll be content to -once again- blow by most of this on our way to the greater expanses of the West. I promist that these day-by-day prognostications will get more interesting as we start to hit areas that hold great promise (and that are too far away for a long weekend to explore).

I can tell you this: I'll be on the lookout for fun and interesting stuff for later on!

Day by Day breakdown - the planned stops

(I'm hoping to share what I *think* each day will encompass, in terms of sights to see, Kodak moments, and where we'll stop for the night. We'll see how close I get once the trip is underway. In any case, I'm showing my hand a bit on what I *think* we'll do and we can see how that varies once we are underway. So many little things can alter plans significantly...)



Major Stopping Points - Day One



Fort Wayne, IN to Mauston, WI - about 386 miles.

Day one begins with our departure, planned tentatively for about 7 am from my driveway. The hope is to clear what little Saturday morning traffic there is in Fort Wayne by departing before it gets the slightest bit heavy. We're heading west on US 30 to start the route and since that's primarily country areas and farms (yes, I know that MOST of Indiana is farms!) we should be able to make good time in getting to Valpo.



The hope is to bed down for the night in Mauston, WI, about 20 miles from the Wisconsin Dells, which ought to be good and hectic considering this will be a holiday weekend in an enhanced, high traffic summer time weekend. Depending on what kind of arrangement, if any, I can get done with a major hotel chain or group of hotels, we'll likely end day one at a recognizable brand name hotel. In my mind's eye, I picture great weather, light traffic and the ability to 'swiftly' get through Chicago's wonderful pothole-infested highway snarl without being swallowed up into a toll-road gorge. The official website for Mauston is http://www.mauston.com/ is light on detail, sparse on excitement, but at least it's there. That gives us a good starting point. Another may be the local newspaper, http://www.wiscnews.com/jcst/, but I haven't really looked that site over yet. Doing so at the moment just seems like work and since it's a Saturday night as I type this, I'm not in 'work' mode. Since I'm really raring to get a lot of miles under our belts as early as possible, we may simply wave at Mauston and keep on trucking, depending on our fatigue, weather, traffic and the time of day. If that happens, it's likely that Eau Claire, WI will be our next stopping point for the evening.



BUT considering that Mauston is still planned for the first night's rest, I did find a couple rave reviews online for the Roman Castle Restaurant, which may be our stop for dinner. It looks to be less than a mile form the interstate, and depending on where our hotel is, it could be it. It doesn't sound bad for an Italian eatery, and what I can tell, they don't serve your meal in a wrapper, so that's already a bonus! As usual, I'll try talking to someone 'official' before the date comes and see if they can recommend something more 'reflective' of their community's belief that this is the 'best place to eat and mingle with Mautsonites, or Maustonians (and I'll clear that up as well!).



Other than just getting day one under our belts, I don't really plan on stopping anywhere else along the way. Sorry about that Illinois and Wisconsin, but you are a day trip away, so we'll save the sightseeing for another time when we don't have the "4,800 miles to go" sign staring us in the face as we unload for the night.



If you know this area, or have some great suggestions for things we should see, (or you'd like us to see and report back on) lemme know by commenting below. But keep in mind, Cubs fans, that we aren't stopping in Chicago for the most obvious reasons...(we can come here anytime. This time we just wanna blow by this windy city and get some miles in.)



And that's just Day One.

The beginning approacheth! Counting down from 365!

Finally I'm getting to the point where I feel that my excitement is justified (or at least can be justified by those who are pained by my constant yammering about this trip). Time is flying by right now, and on July 3 of this year, I'll be able to start counting down from 365 days. As it stands now, I'm counting down from 430 days til 'launch' date.

Couple of feel good moments lately, and signs of life for this trip: Responses from Vancouver, BC tourism folks (although it felt an awful lot like an electronic form letter) and a great response from the Travel Salem (Oregon) folks. Anthony Tham from that office wrote back personally to ask a few more details and make some suggestions of places to visit during our time in Oregon. That was just what I needed when I was beginning to think that this was FAR more exciting in my head than it was in anyone else's.


Let me be the first to admit that I've never given Oregon much thought until now. I always kind of assumed that Oregonnites, Oregonions (Oreganos?) or whatever you call them were just kind of 'stuck' between Washington and California. Kind of a no-man's land between complete wacko's (California) and caffeine-hyped, rain-soaked, great-northwest wackos (Washington). But, as I'm hoping to really discover on this trip, my stereotyping doesn't hold up under the real scrutiny of daily life. Oh, sure, I'm positive I could find lots of examples of West Coast Wacko out there, but I'm finding that the more I connect, the more likeable, down-to-Earth, and similar people I find.


Back to Oregon. I really have known only a few people actually from there, or who lived there for any respectable amount of time. One of them is Chris Norman, a colleague from my Knight Ridder days who still travels frequently back to the Beaver State. I very much respect Chris, so I already had some predisposition to say that not ALL Oreganos (I like that name the best) were tree-hugging crazies. In fact, I just get that false generalization from the entertainment media (most of your 'chain-me-to-the-big-tree-before-dozers-come' characters seem to be from Portland. How many made for TV movies seem to follow that trend?). So anyway, Anthony Tham was quick to respond and let me know that he'd be happy to help me organize our visit to his area, on behalf of Travel Salem. He even suggested our visiting Silverton, Oregon, because it was named one of the Top 10 Coolest Small Towns in America by Budget Travel magazine, and I had suggested to him that we were interested in seeing smaller towns. Salem is the state capital and with a population of close to 400,000 in the two counties that surround it, it ain't exactly a 'small, quaint village'. I haven't committed to visiting Silverton just yet, but I will definately look into it. When it's somebody's job to point out places, features, highlights and must-see's, and they recommend something, it's just good sense (and polite) to listen and take heed!

I think Anthony is probably still scratching his head over exactly what this trip is all about. I'm still doing a bit of that myself. However, things are just showing hints of starting to gel in earnest now, and it just means that this place will soon be hopping with updates.

Next steps will be in securing some sponsors to help defray some of the costs. Since I know how tight corporations are, I'd better start now! Anybody got an inside with hoteliers? I'm not brand loyal at this point, but I'm willing to be!

A Warm Up, or is this what they call Spring Training?

Last weekend, I made a trek out to the Pittsburgh, PA area. This was sort of a 'season opener' for longish rides. I think I was ready for it, because I didn't really notice any fatigue or stiff muscles after we were done.

Let me back up a little.

Matt and Lorraine invited Jannette and I to join them for a 'cross-Ohio' trip to Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. They were going to support friends Scott and Brenda Henwood. Scott is the pastor of First Christian Church of Beaver Falls. It was a little longer for me, as I started on Friday evening from Fort Wayne to St. Paris, Ohio. That's right at 100 miles. I left the Fort at about 6:30pm and pulled into St. Paris, (prounounced Sahn PaREE by me and nobody else) at about 8:3pm. Normally wouldn't take me quite two hours, but this was the first ride of the season, so I took my time to get reaquainted with Cheeto. (I should mention that Jannette didn't make the trip with me, she stayed home with the kids. It was a change to the plans after we learned that the kids' Mom couldn't take them on the weekend we had planned. But I thank my wifey for being so understanding and urging me to still go no matter what).

Next morning, we got up to get moving, and we were all prepared a little EARLIER than usual. It was truly amazing. We were supposed to pull out around 10am, but we were all ready around 9:20 or so and Bob and Rita pulled up about that time.


We ended up leaving a bit early and we were in Urbana at 10am, about 20 minutes ahead of schedule. After a very warm and somewhat windy ride (that was quite pleasant no matter what), and 250 miles later, we ended up at our destination for the evening - The Super 8 hotel in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. Quite possibly the strangest layout for a hotel I've ever encountered. Truly a 'you can't get to your room from here' kind of situation. But the rooms were clean and comfortable.















We had dinner at Brenda and Scott's place and parked the bikes safely in their garage. The next day it was Blessing of the Bikes and it was really a blast.















After a very entertaining service, a really swell sermon, and a long blessing (I don't mean to offend, Scott, but I wondered if you were going to thank everyone by name. Individually!) the majority of the audience was off on a ride around the area. Big Rick Hoffman, famous chopper builder, was leading the ride even though he didn't feel well. I guess I didn't realize what a big name he was until after it was all over.






We had all but decided to mount up and leave shortly after the parade of bikes left the lot, but then Brenda convinced us to stay for the early shot at the food. So we opted out of a stop at McDonalds, enjoyed the VERY fine grub at the church and then got ready to make the long drive home.



I'm no math major, so I guess it's no surprise that a 350 mile trip for me took 7 and a half hours. To be fair, the first 250 took about 4.5 hours, then I stopped in St. Paris for a good hour before taking off for home. Matt rode along to St. Mary's (was this place a breeding ground for saints or what?) before he bid me adieu and we both pulled into our respective homes right at 9pm.

My last 40 minutes was a pure bug festival, as I must have hit every bug between Fort Wayne and Wilshire, Ohio. Unfortunately, they weren't the big ones either, but the little, itty bitty ones that tend to 'splat & stick' which makes them a real pain to remove later. My windshield looked like I had been going cross-country in South Africa.

I was delighted to see my wonderful family greeting me at the door as I rolled up the driveway.

750 miles, good company, and the wind in my face (now I know why dogs stick their heads out the window) over 51 hours. Good for the soul! I'm warmed up now. Where we goin' next?!

All the small things...

It's amazing what can happen in as little as a week. I haven't updated this blog in nearly a week, but I thought I'd share what all transpired during that time. It really has almost nothing to do with this Vancouver adventure directly, but it has a lot to do with why so little got accomplished that was directly related to the adventure...

My lovely and talented wife wandered off to Mexico with my sister and my niece to celebrate Spring Break. Normally my brother-in-law would have gone instead of my wife, but he's not much for traveling, and watching a whole bunch of high school kids do things that they probably shouldn't be doing would only help to raise his blood pressure dangerously. That's probably why they didn't ask me along either. Lest you think it was complete pandemonium and chaos, my sister and my wife are really quite responsible and know when to draw the line between 'fun' and 'dangerous'. I had no fears about them being there, other than the rash of violence against Americans in Mexico that had been occurring with increased frequency of late. Again though, it's the prevailing American opinion of 'it could never happen to me' that had the upper hand. I don't know if we'll ever cure ourselves of that habit, but I really wish we - as a nation - would try harder. Or at all.

Anyway, with her gone, it left me alone with the two kids for about 8 days. Not a big deal really, but it certainly makes one appreciate all the things that the other parent does on a regular basis, without any recognition or reward. Somehow, I got through 3 full and 2 half school days for one, 5 full days for the other. (The half days make it harder because my younger one really could still use some extra supervision). I was able to see my daughter's very first high school softball game. Even though the game started at 5pm and was 45 minutes from Fort Wayne, we were able to get there about 5:35pm. Unfortunately, she had suffered a nosebleed just moments before we got there and I didn't see her actually play. I was able to hear her cheering form the bench though and being a good teammate, so it was all good. And the fact that they fell barely short of a victory (losing 20-3), wasn't really all that bad. There will be more games. In fact, this should have been their 3rd, but the first two were rained out. That helped me cope with a long week as a single parent a little easier as well, so there was a silver lining to those rain clouds for me.

I celebrated my birthday (45 already?) with the kids on Friday night at Bandido's, where it's now become a tradition to celebrate birthdays (probably for the free meal for the birthday person).

We also got to enjoy a baseball game with the single-A San Diego Padres affiliates Fort Wayne Tincaps, during their opening home stand and their 9th game of the season (and just their 3rd home game at the brand new ballpark). It was a blast, and the kids really enjoyed it. I'm such a sucker for punishment, I even asked another neighborhood kid to come along because I knew I wouldn't be satisfied trying to keep just two kids from killing each other, I needed more of a challenge. Our seats were probably the BEST in the house - directly behind home plate, 4 rows back.

The Tincaps won in extra innings 6-5 and we got to cheer along with 3,800 of our new, closest friends. You can see how close we were to the plate, and while it looks like the two guys in front were staring at their shoes, they were just looking down at a paper or something. they were in the front row.

We sat about 4 seats away from some of the Tincap pitchers who had the night off, but were doing pitch counts and running the radar gun for the game. They were nice enough to sign Garry's new Tincap batting helmet ($5) with his new Tincaps silver sharpie ($3) and made his day ($priceless). We saw quite a few people we knew at the game (grownups and kids) including one of Rachel's softball coaches, the varsity coach, a South Side High School vice principal and his family (they are family friends) some co-workers from Fort Wayne Newspapers and a handful of other folks. We got there early and stayed late and really enjoyed the game.

Best looking girl in the stands.

That's Garry behind me (NOT the one with the silly hand over his face, that's Garry's buddy).

We did our fair share of shopping too, while my wife was away. Groceries are stocked up, lunch items are in good shape and essentials (tp tissue, facial tissue, band-aids and such) all stocked up. We even took care of a few household items, like putting together a 500 piece puzzle of Paris, and fixing a picture frame that doubles as a key holder. Long story on that one, but let's just say 'it fell'. That's the usual excuse I get anyway.

We rounded out the weekend with a Sunday breakfast out at one of our favorite spots, then some batting practice at the batting cages, and a tad more shopping (and getting more birthday gift ideas, thank you again, Garry). We finished the day with pizza from Papa John's (one of our favorites) and some tv watching while I did the ironing.

Now they are safely tucked in bed, although they don't have school tomorrow, and I heard from my beautiful wife that she is back in the USA and safely at my sister's house in Michigan before she makes the trek back home tomorrow.

So, nothing of any real measure was worked on toward this trip during the last 8 days or so, but you can see I had some really good excuses, and I was able to enjoy some great family time. And now I think I'll go and catch some hockey before I turn in. It's getting late, but the west coast still has hockey! Thank goodness for FIOS television!

Rose Colored Glasses

Sometimes I'm glad my dad and step-mom loved country music a bunch. Most times, I don't. But those times.... For example, way back when (seems like it was before 1979 but I can't find an older trace) John Conlee had a hit country song with "Rose Colored Glasses". I had no idea what that phrase meant. Because of that song, I learned a phrase that I've used countless times. (If you don't know the meaning, I won't spoil it for you. Before you read on, visit this link). While I always thought I was tortured as a child by having to listen to country music, I'm finding that I learned a bunch from those rednecks and hillbillies. Charlie Pride. Charlie Rich. John Conlee. Johnny Paycheck. I also learned what happens when you play a country song backwards: you get your wife back, you get your dog back, your truck back, your mother-in-law back, etc.

Recently, my buddy Myles read through my blog, and caught an entry a few down from here, about him. Myles then used the phrase in an email to me, saying that I must have rose colored glasses about our times in the Army together, because he remembers things differently. He remembers us all being a lot more stupid than I confessed in the blog piece. He doesn't remember being quite as suave with the ladies as I remembered. He doesn't remember his being more 'mature' than the rest of us poor pitiful, young man-boy fools.

It got me to thinking. Do I have a tendency to look back and over glorify things? I mean, it's probably natural to do, isn't it? We all remember our grandparents yearning for the 'old days' when life was easy, crime barely existed, people were so polite, yadda yadda yadda. But weren't they the same folks who also talked about how tough they had it? You remember, they had to walk uphill to school, 5 miles, each way and only one pair of shoes for all the kids to share. And on and on. I caught you rolling your eyes after reading that, just like you did every time they started in on one of those stories!

Indeed, I think Myles is somewhat right. I DO have rose colored glasses about my past. I think it has to do with the fact that I want so badly to be optimistic. I want to always be that 'glass half-full' guy. Not exactly Pollyanna, but I don't wanna be Oscar the Grouch or Eeyore, either. I've been accused from time to time with being pessimistic (we pessimists always counter with "I'm not pessimistic, I'm being realistic!"). I had a great mentor at Fort Wayne Newspapers, Dennis Robinson, who is the poster child for optimism. He is a realist. I so wish I could have that child-like sense of optimism that Dennis always seemed to retain, even in the darkest hours of a project clearly gone off track with disastrous news. For example, when we realized that our Spanish-language publication just wasn't going to be successful, a publication that Dennis 'birthed' because it was truly ahead of its time, he couldn't bring himself to say it was a failure. He could only say, "gosh, it sure reached a bunch of people who appreciated it, didn't it?" I mean, here was a publication that was losing money on every issue, before we even sent off portions to the translators, knowing full well that we didn't have nearly enough advertising revenue to cover the costs, and he was still finding the silver lining. Some folks would call that stupidity. They might say he didn't see the forest for the trees. They might say he just didn't know when to give up. I think it was brilliant. And for the record, Dennis was quite keen on 'when to say when'. The man is still a genius in my book and always will be.

And I think it's because of my yearning to be a positive voice in the wind that I have a tendency to look back and perhaps glorify, or at the very least, sugar-coat the events in my life that brought me a great amount of joy. The birth of my children (including the son that was born while I was on a payphone in O'Hare airport, listening in); my days 'growing up' in the Army; my times spent with high school friends like John Goodwin, who let me get him in SO much trouble, yet still hung out with me after his groundings were over; and just about everyday I spend with my beautiful wife, Jannette. I'm sure there are unpleasant things that have happened between us, arguments, mean, nasty things said back and forth, and such. I just can't seem to bring anything to mind at the moment.

In fact, when I look back at my "life", I have a hard time finding the cloud without the silver lining. I was 'detained' once by the police (okay, more than once), for committing a really, really stupid act while in Army training (after hours). And actually, I was standing next to a guy who was doing all the 'committing' while I kept (an obviously poor) lookout. Didn't matter, we were both picked up. In hindsight, I remember more about the kindness of my Army classmates, my acting company commander, my First Sergeant, and a judge. The judge (and probably many of the other authority figures) spent a few minutes quietly sizing me up. I remember him staring at me for what seemed like an eternity. He asked a few really bizarre (at the time) questions. He asked what I thought my penalty should be. He was sitting there in judgement (duh) and deciding whether or not I was a "good person" and whether or not I should get the book thrown at me or get a break. Thankfully, I got the break.

Even instances like that seem to come back as positive things in my life, not negative ones. My glasses are not just tinted with rose coloring, they are rose shaded, through and through.

I was once in a motorcycle accident in Alabama in 1982. I fell asleep while driving from Pensacola, Florida back to Detroit. I was up all night partying with my sister, Jodi, and her friends, and they were wishing me well as I headed off to join the Army. Jodi even gave me some things to take back to Detroit and sell for money. Or simply to enjoy for myself if I wanted. Anyway, I was carrying these things inside my jacket when I fell asleep and sideswiped a car on the Interstate. Nothing major, I didn't go down, nor get hurt in any way. In fact, the car got most of the damage as my footpeg created a new opening in the driver's side door. In retrospect, all I can think about was how lucky I was to: A.) hit a car at highway speeds and still park the bike in the median while I walked away and checked on the other folks, 2.) Somehow not get a ticket from the State Police, even though I was clearly a yankee, with long hair and really, really, really, bloodshot eyes, and C.) Not get busted for ...well, anything. In fact, I made it all the way back to Detroit from Pensacola, Florida in about 21 hours (including accident time) on about 4 hours sleep the night before. And my biggest recollection? Boy was I lucky to have made that trip! I got to see my sister one last time before leaving for the Army!

And what about all these incidents that probably should be big huge warnings to people (like my children) to NEVER do the things I did? It probably sounds reckless to even mention them in print. I mean, someone will look at these entries and say, "gosh, I dunno. He kinda hints around at the fact that he was kind of a bad boy as a teenager". DUH! My point is that I was - in fact - not the kind of kid that was on a path to MIT or Dental School (sorry Mom!). But I did turn my life around (thank you Sgt. Carnell Snow and the US Army!), actually graduated from High School with honors, went to college, graduated from that with a dual major, got a decent enough job, and a career where at least a few folks respect me (or tell me that they do). And best of all, I am raising two wonderful children, who are turning out to be far better kids than I ever was. And for a father figure example, I didn't have much to go on. I had plenty of "surely you don't wanna do it this way" examples.

Yeah, rose colored glasses. I got 'em. I hope to always have them. I hope I can get rose-colored implants in my eyes some day (or Lasik, which ever is physically possible at the time). I don't make any apologies for it. But if you read something that sounds a little too good to be true. It's still probably true, but maybe the high points have a little rose dusting on them. Don't mind that, and don't try to blow it off of there. Just recognize it for what it is, and understand it. Please?

Just some thoughts on the trip in general

Hey, since I'm still about 14.5 months away from actual departure time, I've got lots of time to think. Good for me, not so good for folks following along. My thinking tends to lead to blog posts, and since this trip hasn't started yet, that means more blog posts about something OTHER than the actual trip. Great if you've got nothing to do, but just plain annoying if you are here to read about this trip. It hasn't started yet, only the planning has.

I celebrated my 45th birthday with the family yesterday (birthday isn't til next week), and got a few things that were designed to be for 'the trip'. Got a nice orange/black backpack that will be the main storage bag for stuff that I need quick and easy access to: camera, laptop (if applicable) Rockstars, snacks, pad & pencil, electronic device chargers and such. The backpack itself, it pretty roomy and looks pretty durable. And it's orange! What a great color!

I also got an emergency tire repair kit, with mini air compressor. I opened it to check it out. I hope I NEVER have to use it. If I do, it was worth getting. If I don't, it was worth carrying along.

I also heard from my FIL that Coca Cola is going to start attaching the Coke name to Monster energy drinks now instead of Rockstar. That's got me in a dilemma. I like Rockstars and I can only tolerate Monsters. Plus Monster just reminds me of Monster the employment website, which is a competitor and is also the work of the devil. Tis far better to use a website that won't result in getting you eternal damnation (*salvation not guaranteed)

Anyway, I've digressed again (that's a pattern you'll see all too often).

So, if I want to remain loyal to Coca Cola (Jannette's dad works for Coke), then I need to switch to Monster. Of course, Marvin doesn't see it that way. It's just another product for him. He couldn't care less what product it is, his job is to deliver it. Period. He doesn't drink competitive products, and he doesn't frown on those who do. What a great way to be: live a good example, yet don't preach it to others.

Just random thoughts that probably need to stop here for today.

A little bit more on the Route Change

Hey kids!
Just a little more to add about the route change...and a reminder or two...
I've updated the overview of the route here (at the bottom of the page) and by all accounts, with weather being perfect and no unexpected delays (mechanical or otherwise), it will add one day to our total trip. Thirteen riding days all told. Now we're at 5,654 miles (give or take a few). That's an average of 434 miles per day, or about 7 hours of riding per day. Since we'll likely start our day around 7am on most days, that means that technically, we could be done with that day's riding around 2 or 3pm. Don't count on it. Kodak moments, meals, gas and rest stops and such will likely have us riding until around 7pm each day. As long as we're off the road before Bambi or Smokey the Bear decide to use it, we should be fine.

More (as always) coming soon!

NEW ROUTE!

Matt and I decided to change the route. Yes, this is bad news for the folks in Utah (both of you), Colorado and Kansas (all 350 of you). This means we'll likely skip visiting your states. However, for the folks in California, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas and Oklahoma, you just found yourself in the enviable position to be our hosts for a few days! Lucky you! We'll be roaming your roads, eating your food, using your fuel and breathing your air. And cavorting with your women! (Okay, so not really that last one). But we will be bothering your residents as we make our way through your glorious states.

And seriously, I don't mean any disrespect to the folks in Utah, Colorado, or Kansas. I've already been to Kansas, so I'm not really in a big hurry to revisit that place. And I think I have at least a cousin in Colorado, but more relatives in Arizona (although we're not very close and I don't think they ever cared much for our side of the family). And this might give me the chance to change all that and open up new lines of communication with the rest of the "Given" clan. OR not, depending on how involved they wanna be.

So, while I'm not terribly excited about all the work this re-route will mean, I AM kinda excited about figuring the best route through these new areas that we hadn't considered up to this point. And as Matt pointed out, how many chances are we gonna get in this lifetime to do this? Utah may be a really well kept secret, but maybe they'd rather keep it a secret? No sense having me there, riding and blogging and making a big to-do about all things Osmond. (That's a link for my sister, who is probably wondering why I never blog about her.) And to be really honest, this gives me more time to be anal retentive about all the details of the revised route, so I'm kinda in heaven again!

Watch for an update to the route soon and I'll be making changes on GordonGiven.com as well.

In the meantime, Lemme HEAR ya! Comment, sign a guestbook, or send me feedback. Sheesh, if I wanted you to be a quiet lurker and not have any input, I would have made it impossible for you to give any!

A Whole Mess O' Links

I thought today I would give you some places to wander off too. These are places where the official Vancouver Adventure will be taking us.

Fort Wayne, Indiana - Where it begins! (you only need to visit ONE site for Fort Wayne)
Mauston, Wisconsin - official city site, newspaper,
Grand Forks, ND - official city site, newspaper,
Malta, MT - official chamber site, newspaper, fun stuff
Kalispell, MT- official site, newspaper, fun stuff
Eureka, MT - YOU GOTTA CLICK THIS ONE
Spokane, WA - official city site, newspaper,
Okanogan, WA - county site, newspaper
VANCOUVER, British Columbia - official city site, newspaper, tourism site,
Seattle, WA - official tourism site, newspaper, another newspaper,
Ogden, UT - official city site, newspaper
Glenwood Springs, CO - official city site, tourism site, Chamber site, newspaper
Salina, KS - newspaper site, official city site, Chamber site,
Belleville, IL- official city site, newspaper site,
THE BOOGIE, near Springville, Indiana - Official Boogie Site

Okay, so there's a good starting list. You (and I) have plenty of time to find others that will be relevant to the big adventure, so if you find some really good ones...lemme know!

That's really all I have for today. Just let me know you dropped by so that I know this is going to be worth all the effort!

Great Expectations

As I sneeze and sniffle today (not sure if it's allergies or what), I think about my good friend Myles. I wrote to Myles probably a good year ago now after finding him on the web, and have stayed in somewhat regular contact now.
I originally met Myles in Pirmasens, West Germany (back when there was still an East and West Germany) when we were both in the US Army. He was in a Transportation Unit or something, and I was in a Signal company. We probably met through another mutual friend, Tom Stull (much more about him later). In all likelihood, this was in 1983. And we probably met in a bar, or in Tom's room getting ready to go to a bar.

I believe Myles is just slightly older than I am, and I only think this because he seemed to have been in the military longer than I had. It's not by much though. What struck me as odd with Myles - and what made him a very comfortable and compatible friend - was his calm quietness. It was different than the 'strong silent' type that many chicks thought was so mysterious (and is usually more realistically characterized as 'strong and stupid'). Myles certainly wasn't stupid. In fact, he seemed to know most of the answers, but you had to kind of pull it out of him. He didn't volunteer up advice. That's refreshing nowadays after dealing with countless people who not only volunteer their advice, but hound you until you start taking it.

That's not to say Myles lacked energy. We had a sort of yin-yang relationship. He was quiet and introspective, but could chatter away with the girls in attempts to pick them up. He was very 'smooth' without being fake. Me, on the other hand, had to play class clown, live in the spotlight, and ended up trying more to get laughs from the ladies in an effort to get them to ....like me. (I think we all know what the real goal was for us guys, but there could be children reading). We made a good pair, Myles and I, and as I mentioned before, Myles was quite smooth and more often than not, very funny.

Myles was (and is) from Montana. A little (and I mean little) town called 'Eureka'. (You don't smell so good yourself). That was one of his best ice-breaker lines. Granted, it didn't work all that well on the German girls (English was taught, but not a thoroughly saturated language with them). And to be honest, it sometimes didn't work on the female members of the military that we were trying to make acquaintances with. Why? Well, to put this gently, when Myles and I were in the military, they would take just about anybody. In fact, they ended up taking SO many that I was offered an 'early out' just to help reduce the number of troops and reduce the money spent paying us. So there were quite a few soldiers -male and female- that were of the 'Duh factor'. And remember here, I was in my late teens (18 or 19) and trying to score was pretty much all we thought about. So, if the girl wasn't all that bright, it seemed a lot easier to entertain her with jokes and one-liners. These were the bright, shiny objects that kept them around long enough for the alcohol to take effect and to loosen them up enough to get better acquainted.

Myles was a genius at talking with girls. Unlike most of the rest of us, he had standards. So many times it ended up that he would be trying to get to know the smarter girl and her 'less-smart' friends were considered our conquests. He didn't end up as 'lucky' as us many times, but he ended up with second and third dates, and the rest of us were lucky to NOT get slapped the next time we ran across a previous 'date'.

Anyway, Myles was usually never the initiator of dumb ideas, but he was usually the one who tried (sometimes not very hard) to talk us out of them. He was also usually (usually, the one who would think quickly in order to get us out of the jams and difficult situations that our dumb ideas resulted in.
However, Myles was always up for the fun and many times ended up just like the rest of us, too drunk to walk straight, at 5 or 5:30am on a weekday, staggering back to our unit in order to make it to Physical Training (PT) on time at 6am. After trying to run a couple miles (no pun intended) and only making it about 200 feet before depositing the contents of our stomachs on the side of the road, we would go back, shower and prepare for another work day. In that respect, Myles was no brighter than the rest of us. Sorry about that Myles, but in retrospect, we did some dumb stuff.

Myles and I last saw each other shortly after I got out of the Army. He was still in, although I'm not sure where he was stationed, and I had been out for maybe 6 weeks. There was a sort of 'reunion' party for many of the folks who had been in Germany together at least a year or so prior. Myles was one of the few there that I actually remembered (most of these people weren't in my unit). So we spent most of the time there talking and reminiscing about events that were only about 18 months old. So here we were in New Jersey somewhere, back ON a military base (which I thought was stupid and ironic since we all loved to sit around wishing for the day we would no longer be soldiers). Myles and I kinda figured that we'd likely never see each other again. Sure, we talked about the next reunion, but seriously we didn't think it would really happen. I was pretty sure that Myles, like so many of my Army buddies from the past would just be in the past. It's hard to express, but it's a difficult thing to say goodbye, especially at that young age.

Flash forward to about 2007 or 2008. I track down Myles through the Internet (thank goodness he stayed in Eureka) and we made email contact again. I learned that unlike so many of our pals, Myles is now a successful business owner in Eureka, he went home and married his high school sweetheart (well, it's more realistic than that, she had dumped him before he joined the military, but he met her again at their 10th HS reunion and it was 'on'), and raised three children.

By lucky happenstance, Myles mentioned that he rides a Honda Magna motorcycle, as I was telling him about this trip. Originally, the plan was to just stop and see Myles, meet his wife, learn about his little town that I joked about for so many years, and get on with the trip. After talking with Myles, he's decided to join Matt and I on the Vancouver Adventure at least for the portion through Glacier National Park, Montana, then through the Northern Cascades in Washington state, on to Vancouver and back down and into Oregon. He will likely peel off and visit his sister in Oregon while Matt and I continue the VA.

I am so pleased to be able to spend some additional quality time with Myles. I fully realize that at the end of our portion of this trip together, it'll be another 'until we meet again' moment, but just having the chance to touch base with Myles again after 24 or so years, will be wonderful!

Five things that you should do when asking advice

As some of you may know from reading through this, and other posts that I've had over time, I have a good pal who is in the magazine publishing industry. Stacy (yes, her real name) is now based out in San Francisco, after handling things in New York for at least 8 years. Stacy is also one of the brightest people on the face of the Earth. And not because she knew me, but in spite of that fact. She is always a good ear to me and usually up to hearing what my next great idea is all about. She is encouraging, even at my most lame moments. Her perpetual Pollyanna attitude is really warming to the heart. But Stacy is going to get me in trouble one day.

You see, Stacy has long encouraged me to write. Not just for magazines, or for a book, or for newspapers for that matter. Stacy has always encouraged me to write for any medium and she really doesn't care if it's one, several or all of them. I made the effort to ask for her advice again recently, when throwing around the idea for making this trip into a writing adventure as well as a riding adventure (she'll love that play on words). And although she was actually midway through her move across the country, she took time to think of all the things that she would advise me to do, if she were in my shoes/saddle.

Oh, if only I had prepared myself to hear it.

So here goes...
1. Be specific. I gave Stacy the 30,000 foot view of this trip - the highlights, the generalities, the 'big picture' if you will. She then began asking a few thousand questions about what I had planned to do about this or that; was I really thinking of doing x or y?'; and generally trying to get me to focus on a few very specific things. This was, I'm sure, designed to get me thinking about all the opportunities that exist and deciding which was right for me. I'm not comfortable making a video journal each day, but she threw that out as an idea. Keep in mind that Stacy has seen me in person. She knows I have the perfect face for radio. Yet, she still thought that creating a video journal of each day's ride would be a good idea. I think she couched the idea in a 'regular guy, gritty, plain truth' setting. Yeah, that's her nice way of saying, 'hey, nobody expects the bikers to be pretty, right? You won't disappoint them!' In any case, her advice is highly prized and I am glad to have it. I just wish I had started by being more specific with her, because the ideas she had on the general trip premise look like an awful lot of work. Wasn't this supposed to be something like a working vacation?

2. Be prepared to take what you ask for. Stacy didn't really even give me options, as much as she threw up ideas all over my email. She knows that every one of the ideas isn't going to work, nor will all of them be implemented, but I'm certain that she thinks some (many?) of them have merit and should be included. And she's correct. I guess I just wasn't prepared for the advice I was asking for. I wanted her advice, I asked for her advice and I really wasn't prepared to get it. I guess the old adage of being careful what you ask for applies here. I got it. (and even though I'm bitching about it, I'm very grateful for it!)

3. Edit carefully. Some of the ideas that Stacy put forth were very good. Some struck me as just plain stupid. But then again, she knows what people are interested in - at least from a magazine perspective - and I should listen more carefully to her. Some ideas she had "Tell people what top 5 clothing items should be at the top of any biker's list" struck me as odd. I didn't realize that (and I'm being nice here) USA Today had taken over the magazine publishing business as well. We've dumbed down every written conversation into bite sized chunks, lest our ADHD-addled brains are being asked to actually process more than a few bullet point lists to get the point. Well I haven't done that yet, and I'm resisting her advice here. But in the end, I realize that she is quite knowledgeable and it's worth listening to her. Thus, the name of this blog entry and the fact I have 2 more bullet points to go. Hey, she may be wrong on this, but I'm not willing to suggest that I know more about it than her. So, I'm going to edit less and let her edit more.

4. Use advice from others as a springboard. Remember, I didn't think all of Stacy's ideas were good ones, but they did make me think about other things that were somewhat related but not on the same point. This has given me a chance to really look at what I'm trying to say, but to package it in a way that is not only entertaining to a reader, but very similar in style to what folks are probably reading either online or in print. She told me to 'use my voice' which I'm sure is magazine-speak for something clever about staying true to one's style. She's probably also come up with the new phrase for balance sheets that show a deficit. It's NOT a loss, it's a 'negative overage'.

5. Be thankful for any and all advice you get. Stacy has no stake in anything I do. I haven't even seen the woman in at least 8 years or longer. We've stayed in contact through all my life struggles and through many of hers. (You should ask her about the Vet she dated once in Atlanta. Was it truly just an attempt to get free medical care for her pet? If so, it didn't work out so well.) I am VERY thankful to have a friend like Stacy who will pull no punches, who will tell me *exactly* what she thinks or feels about an idea one of us had. I love her for her integrity, honesty and positive attitude, even when things had been their very worst for her from time to time. Stacy: Thank you! I may not take every item to heart, but please know that I hear all of them and will try to incorporate as many ideas as I can determine are useful and/or interesting.

SO there, one 5 bullet point article down and many more to go!
Thanks Stacy! And thanks to you for reading it.

Remember, I LOVE comments and guestbook entries. At least do me the pleasure of noting that you were here!
Gordo

Is there really any such thing as 'down time'?

Just a quick note to do a couple of things:
1. Beg you for feedback/response
2. Wonder aloud about whether or not there is such a thing as 'down time' (time when I'm in-between tasks)?

So to address the first issue. I haven't done much to promote the fact that http://www.gordongiven.com is out there, so I'm not too terribly surprised that there's been very little (none?) reader feedback. But I sure do wish the lurkers would leave a bit of feedback and tell me what they think so far. Clearly, I'm just getting started, but since this whole collection of posts is designed to (at some point) be an interactive discourse between me and those who are tuning in about this trip, I'd like to hear from folks on what they would really enjoy reading about as the trip date nears. Perhaps instead you can tell me what kinds of things you would be interested in knowing more about once the trip is underway? If I don't hear otherwise, you'll likely be stuck reading about how difficult it is to do laundry in a hotel room sink.
Anyway, I'm begging for feedback, so hook a brother up, eh? (gotta throw in that Canadien speak a little since I'm heading to Vancouver).

Second issue, and somewhat unrelated...Down time. I'm finding that even though there's a lot that cannot be done right now, with the actual trip so far off, I'm still struggling to find time to even create checklists of things I need to do as the date draws nearer. Spring time is riding time, and I'm sure that will begin to occupy my weekends, as well as activities with the kids. Only a few more short weeks really before they are gone for another full summer, and I want to savor every moment of time with them. Won't be too many more years before they are too old to spend a bunch of time with that ancient old man, Dad.

Not sure where all the time goes. I spend an inordinate amount of time at work, for the Man, struggling to try and do the right thing by my conscience, and by the mandate of the company. Most of the time those things run in tandem, but there are those 'other' times... 'nuff said?

I know, I know...how can this guy be bitching about not having enough time when he's a full 15 months BEFORE his big adventure begins? Believe me, it's not easy finding relevant stuff to gripe about! (Okay, so it's not that hard, but I don't really like to gripe so...)

More news as things develop!

Website update

Just a note to let everyone know that I've all but finished up the main portion of http://gordongiven.com/. I'm sure I won't be able to keep my hands off of it, but for now, the basics are all there. Like I've said before, the main portion people will want to read about (the Vancouver Adventure) will be posted here.

Although, my good friend Dorsey suggests I look at wordpress for a better blog. I'll see. I'd hate to change things right after getting started, but if it is truly better/easier/faster, I'll make the switch. I know, I know, riveting stuff here!

Anyway, now I'm on to getting the bikes ready for THIS summer's riding season, so I'm sure my work on the VA will get a little sidetracked. Nothing like living in the present!

And so it begins...

What the heck is this all about? To put it simply, it's the blog that will be my very public secret journal of my cross country motorcycle trip from Fort Wayne, Indiana to Vancouver, British Columbia and back. Why? Because I've always wanted to do this. Why else? Because I think the opportunity to share with people on the road and people back home what this experience is like will help us all understand each other a little better. Education never hurt anyone.

Clearly, this is a long term blog. This big adventure is slated for July 2010. Given that this is just March of 2009, you'll be able to see my preparations (and there will be a lot of them) up to the departure date and then join me for the ride. So, here's your "Shot across the bow" to warn you of what will be coming. You can ALWAYS (and I encourage you to) go to http://www.gordongiven.com for updates.

So what's been done already? That's easy.

• The route has been planned, poured over, struggled with, fine-tuned, re-fine-tuned and never NEVER finalized. Heck, it won't be finally tuned til the miles have rolled past.
• The overall scheme has been done for a couple years now: Fort Wayne to Vancouver, British Columbia and back. 13 or 14 states and one 'foreign' country.
• The traveling gang: Me and Matt (my buddy from St. Paris, Ohio) are the main characters on this little journey. There's always the chance that things will change, but right now Matt has indicated that he will be making this trek with me. Others have been invited and haven't yet committed: Travis, for one, is a good friend who loves to ride Ester (his bike is named Ester, get your mind outta the gutter), but can't seem to be sure that he - or his butt- could handle 5,200 miles. Another good friend and blast from the past is Myles. He lives in Eureka, Montana (you don't smell so good yourself). I knew Myles in my Army days. I haven't seen him since 1986, so what's a little 24 gap between visits? Myles and his wife Debbie are planning to join us from East Glacier Park, Montana through Idaho, Washington state, British Columbia, back through Washington, and then they will split off for other destinations in Oregon while Matt and I ride through Oregon, headed back to the Midwest. There may be others who decide at the last minute to join us, and so there may be more.
  
• The basics have been covered: timeline established, vacation time (as available) has been requested.
  
• Charity chosen. I've decided if I'm gonna make such a big deal about this trip, somebody oughta benefit besides me. So, I've chosen CCFA, the Chron's and Colitis Foundation of America. No, neither Matt nor I suffer from Crohn's or Colitis, but we know folks who do. One of my co-workers is Sarah and she let me know about this organization and their need for media attention and -of course - monetary help for research and cures. So, I'm doing what I can to help them. And just to be super duper clear for my good friend Stacy, any money raised by this trip for charity will go directly to the charity. Not to my wallet. I've already budgeted for this trip so I don't need handouts to get me through. But I'll address that in another bullet point or two.
  
• A plan for promotion. I work for a newspaper company. We have some newspapers in our 'chain' that are out west. We'll drive within a 5 miles of at least one of them. If I can't get a blurb in that paper, or others from the towns we'll go through, I'm not much of a PT Barnum. I think I've got more fight in me than that. Again, it's not to make me famous, but to bring light to our charity and to let the people whose towns we'll roll through see what an outsider sees and experiences. I will likely contact the mayor's offices of many of these towns and give them a heads up that I'll be posting about their town. Since my hometown newspapers will very likely at least cover my journey through posts on their own websites, we can expect a pretty significant audience to know whether or not Spokane people are friendly to weird biker outsiders with cameras and laptops asking a bunch of questions. They might just be backwater bozos too. Either way, you'll find out with me.
  
• A rough plan of sponsors has been started. Wouldn't it be great if Holiday Inn & Holiday Inn Express could 'volunteer' to donate our hotel room costs for the majority of this journey? Yeah, I thought so too. I haven't done anything official to ask them for such a deal yet, but it's still way early in the process. What about other 'sponsors' who could help lighten the load and help bring some light to our official charity? Well, I'm addicted to Rockstar energy drink, especially in the summer when I'm riding. Nothing like a little Rockstar to really open your eyes to the road and the world around you. Now, I've overdone it from time to time, and peed bright yellow due to an overindulgence of Rockstar in a day. I can tell you, I've had no ill effects in it, but having 5 of them in a day does make me a bit anxious and jumpy, but no more than overdoing it with coffee. Other sponsor ideas are gasoline (I'm thinking that's a pretty slim opportunity though, and we'd have to really go out of our way to make sure we visit only that brand of gasoline station. Not easy to do when the tank is almost empty and you simply need to put some petrol in the tank. Maybe we can still get that one ironed out. There's the ever-popular fast food sponsor route, but let's be honest: I don't think I (nor my stomach) could handle eating at the golden arches twice a day for 12 days straight. Not saying I wouldn't enjoy it, but I need a little more diversity than that. Kinda brings us back full circle to the whole colitis issue, doesn't it?
• The machines themselves: I'll be on my trusty 2002 Honda Sabre 1100. Matt on his 2004 Honda VTX 1800N. Yeah, we expect some trouble, but hey, these are hondas. They don't typically give anyone too much trouble and 5,200 miles -in quick succession- won't be easy, but it wouldn't be unheard of to have it happen without incident. It's not like we're packing up a Yugo for a 5,200 mile trip. (Which would likely be the entire lifespan of that particular car. Sorry Yugo fans, but that car sucked.)
• Most importanly, our spouses and families. We realize that this trip puts them out of the picture for nearly 2 weeks. While we're off 'having a blast' they'll be taking care of business at home, dealing with children, pets and household issues. It is with their grace and unselfishness that we can make this journey. There. I've said it and I don't think anyone will read it as sucking up. IF they do, well they'd at least be partially correct. But it's honest sucking up, if that helps.
• The 'post-ride' plans. My very good friend Stacy (mentioned above) promised to help me publish something at the end of this journey. She seems to think my writing has enough wit and interest to keep people from killing themselves or dying of boredom. Maybe not a lot, but enough to keep them from going over the edge. It sounds so noble to say, "if my work saves just ONE person from throwing themselves in front of a train..." but honestly, I think it's just the spark that may get me off my butt and trying to satisfy a life long dream of writing for money, and not just for interest (or worse yet, writing simply to satisy some corporate need for a month-end report. Uck.) So if this ever becomes a book, magazine series of articles or a tv show, I'll autograph your copy personally. Just buy it. I have two kids who need college educations. And I'm sure I'll need some more chrome for the bike!

So that's it for blog post #1. Others won't be this long, but hopefully they'll be more interesting!