Kodiak Kountry

This publication will be first and foremost, about the experience of riding and exploration. I want to focus on riding through forgotten places and ending the day by a campfire. I want to get back to the core of what makes riding so great. I want to delve more into the culture. I will be writing about events that we checkout and cool places along the way. I think there is more to all of this than riding fast, lane splitting, burnouts, and wheelies. Though I love those things as much as the next guy, I want this to be about slowing down and focusing on the journey itself. All my future posts will be about those things, but I thought a good place to start would be with my own background. A little " about the author" if you will.

I am from Atlanta, Ga, born and raised. I served in the US Marine Corps as an Infantryman and deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan. I bought my first bike when I got back from Afghanistan. It was a beautiful 1995 Dyna Wide Glide and I was in love. I was 22 when I first learned to ride and I was certain that I could teach myself, and that it “couldn’t be that hard”. Shortly after saying those words, I almost rode my new purchase into my neighbor’s garage door because I couldn’t figure out the clutching system. My friends, Travis and Presley, both experienced riders and members of my squad, came over to my house and had me cruising through my neighborhood within the hour. Travis actually cemented my resolve to buy a bike when I got home. A lot of our time in Afghanistan was spent in the middle of a field with seven other guys, and naturally we talked a lot and told stories to pass the time. He grew up around motorcycles and around the culture and he has just a genuine love for motorcycles in general. With his love for motorcycles, mixed with being a super charismatic dude, the more that I heard about it, I was sold. After a few weeks of building up my skills, Travis started taking me through Southern California and from that point on, things were never the same.

Nothing ever felt more right than moving through the hillsides of southern California. I was going through a failing marriage at the time, barely old enough to drink, not able to sleep at night, and had no idea of what I was going to do with my life once I got out, but none of that mattered while I was riding, so I rode every chance that I got so that I didn’t have to think about it. I was blown away with the natural beauty and sweeping landscapes of the west coast. My favorite thing was how there were so many different kinds of landscapes all within a few hours ride. There were beaches, and valleys, and mountains, and deserts, and snow if you went high enough, all right there. I can still smell the ocean air and whatever kind of growth and shrubbery that surrounded Camp Pendleton. It’s been ten years now and I still think about California every day. If I knew then what I know now, I would have spent a lot more time appreciating those places.

There was a time in my life, years ago, where for an entire year, all I had was my motorcycle. It was a great year too, until it got cold and the rain came, and I started my workday at 6 am with wet socks and wet undies. I was too broke to get some proper rain gear, so I started to just bring a change of clothes and to wear a rain coat and gloves. You learn to adapt with the times, but one of the hardest adaptations for me has been to be a husband and father. When I first met my wife, I was on my bike six days a week, if not every day. I was GONE! Any chance I could get, I was moving! Now things are different. We live at a slower pace now, and just like the scenery that I wish I gave more attention to in California, I am making sure that I pay attention to this time with my kids, because it wont be back around. In saying that, I don’t get as much time to ride anymore as I would like, so that inspired Kodiak Kountry. For one day and night, every other week or so, I am going to ride as far as I can take my bike in a day, exploring and visiting lost places, and then end my day, the way of our wild ass forefathers, on a bedroll, next to a campfire. Wild and minimalistic, that is the vision that I have for this journey. Here I am now, ten years later, with a beautiful wife, the likes of which I don’t deserve, and two happy and healthy children, both toddlers, and we are living the dream. I want you to join me in this adventure and then go and have your own.

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