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48 States (for real this time)

Here's the proof that marks 48 states on a motorcycle (for real this time). A five year journey, well worth it. I can't wait to ride to Alaska next month with my dad, to make 49!

We're there

Made it to West Virginia! And to Hillbilly Hotdogs for lunch.

And this place is crazy.

Mission Accomplished.

Why West Virginia?

So I have ridden through all the 48 lower states. Half alone, half with a good friend. He has ridden through the 48. We finished them together with Wisconsin. My dad has also done it, and my. Dad and I are riding to Alaska together next month to make it 49. Except, apparently, I missed West Virginia. My friend pointed it out one day when looking at a map of all my routes. And I can't have that missing state on my conscience before I head to Alaska.

So Danny and I are heading towards West Virginia. Me for my 48th (for real this time), and he to expand his 4 states to 8. But there's more. How could we not go to West Virginia, when Hillbilly Hotdogs is there?

 

 

So there you have it. Hillbilly hotdogs is the apex of our trip, which should nicely coincide with lunch time tomorrow. We've been planning the trip for weeks and thinking about what we'd be getting on our hotdogs for a long time. Unfortunately we didn't think about it tonight, and we got hot dogs to grill over campfire. Sorry, digestive system.

Two much weight, too far back

Loaded up for the trip to West Virginia.

Riding to work this morning felt like riding an elephant. The weight is so far back that the front wheel feels nearly useless, and when I lean at slow speeds, I think I can actually feel each knob from the rear tire give way...