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Things I Learned on my Alpine Riding Trip – Packing And Gear

Things I Learned on my Alpine Riding Trip – Packing And Gear

Packing

The Givi box liner worked out fantastically. Packing all of my clothing into gallon ziplock bags then packing them into the Bestem bag kept everything neat and tidy.

This represents all the clothing and toiletries I packed for a 10 day trip:

fuzzygalore bestem trunk liner

Flying

The Oxford Handysack backpack again worked out great for a carry-on bag. I was able to keep all of my electronics close at hand, carry my helmet on board and keep my hands free. I ended up taking it along for the whole trip and found it useful on more than one occasion for toting stuff around.

Apparently Revzilla sells them.  In my opinion – worth the $26.

fuzzygalore oxford handysack

Riding Gear

My Klim Altitude gear is indeed waterproof. Saints be praised! It is warm when it’s hot and being that it has no native liners, you must dress yourself appropriately underneath the shell for the cold. As someone who likes layer dressing, that works out perfect for me. Also –  I look like an astronaut while wearing it.

fuzzygalore in klim altitude

Socks & Undies

Wash & wear clothing really skinnies down your packing list. BUT… having a pair of cotton underwear along is a necessity in my book. Synthetic fibers while wonderful for the easy wash/quick dry that they provide feel… unnatural. Having some cotton skivvies along is nice.

If you’re wearing leggings under your riding pants, you don’t need long socks. A pack of ankle socks works out great and packs at about the same size as 1 plush pair of long socks.

Photos

The telescoping GoPro stick is AWESOME for taking group shots. Being able to get our whole group into photos was great. I’m so happy I have the stick.

fuzzygalore at the neufenenpass

…You Have Some Travel Plans?

…You Have Some Travel Plans?

On Friday before I set off for a weekend away on the bike, I posted a picture of my SPOT tracker on Instagram. (Because that’s what the kids are doing these days.)

fuzzygalore spot tracker

Fellow blogger and friend Brent (Sojourn Chronicles) asked:

“…You have some travel plans?”

It dawned on me that I have ALL of the travel plans. ALL OF ‘EM. I want to go everywhere (man).

Now how do I make that happen?

Photo Gallery: Scenes from the Bucket List

Photo Gallery: Scenes from the Bucket List

My life’s To-Do List is a never-ending endeavor to see beautiful, fun, exciting, wondrous things in this world. Putting ideas on the list and daydreaming about them is almost as much fun as being able to mark them off as done. Almost.

These photos are some of the things I’ve been able to tick off and complete so far. They’re also a pick me up when I sit around feeling sorry for myself because  “I never go anywhere and I never do anything.”

I’ve still got more photos to add and things to post to my To Do List, but if I don’t get started now this will linger in draft forever-ever-ever-ever….

If you’ve got your own Bucket List or To Do List, share the link in the comments!

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Throwback Thursday: Quit Whining, Go… or Don’t

Throwback Thursday: Quit Whining, Go… or Don’t

When I first met Kenny, we were both sportbike riders. We’d go out on long day rides in search of full lean and speed and get up to shenanigans we had no business getting up to. But, it wasn’t long after we’d met that our interest in strictly hooning around changed. The desire to get out of our comfort bubble and explore started to worm it’s way in. We’d managed to find a partner in each other who was willing to move at a familiar, comfortable pace and had a willingness to take a leap of faith.

As we started kicking around trip ideas, we never balked because we both rode sportbikes. Those were our bikes. If we wanted to travel, that’s what we had to travel on. Go or don’t, those were our choices.

So, we went…

ninjas in tennessee There were ninjas in Tennessee. ::karate chop::

At over 6ft tall, Kenny would fold himself up on his little 636 and ride hundreds and hundreds of miles. Yes, stops to stretch his legs were welcomed but the excitement of being out in the world trumped the discomfort.

Traveling on a sportbike was a no whining zone. It always came back to the same thing. Go, or don’t…

foggy blue ridge

Over time things have changed. We’re both on much more travel-friendly motorcycles these days. Even so, when I think back there was something sweet, some pleasure in the pain of those early road trips with Kenny. It was just us against leg cramps and sore bums and we won the battle.

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