1 Family, 2 Motorcycles, 15 Months, 15 Countries: Riding Away From The Usual February 5th,
241 Main Street
McCloud, California 96057
By Terry Borden:
Pre Trip Ramblings: My License to Call Others Out
“Those are things other people do” is what I used to think when I’d read about families or individuals making huge changes in life direction. I would even take cheap shots at how they must be rich or have special circumstances that allowed it all to happen so easily. I had no idea how much sacrifice and planning went in to such a life change. This would be just the beginning of many life lessons.
I was 35, happily married for 12 years with a 4-year-old son, and had followed the path that everyone said you should. You know, get married, buy a house, buy a car, buy a bigger house, have a child…you get the picture. Still, with all of that, there was something missing. Everything was so calculated and predictable that I had forgotten a sense of adventure that had been long squelched by responsibility. I would often sit and think back to the days of being a preteen, disappearing for hours on my little Yamaha GT80 motorcycle without a care or concern with “What if’s”. These “What if’s” were now all I thought about, and it was quietly smothering me.
During my son’s 4th birthday party, my wife overheard me discussing motorcycles with some old high school friends who also once rode and were considering getting back into riding. Like my friends, I too would often spot a touring motorbike on the road and try to catch up to it to see what they were carrying or where they were from. I wanted to be that kid again, mesmerized by the thought of grabbing a slice of freedom from my youth. My wife exclaimed from the other room, “Do it”. And when I dismissed her comment, she again said, “You need this. Just buy the damn bike”. No more mental excuses. I soon found myself on Craigslist looking for my perfect machine – a BMW 1150 GS adventure touring motorcycle. I had read about the trips other guys had taken on these bikes, on and off road, camping and sightseeing along the way. Perfect! I located this perfect machine in my price range, and off I went.
After some commuting and a few short trips with friends, I was hooked. A trip with my wife to an adventure rally in the desert sealed the deal when I realized how many great people there were out there with the same passion for travel and, ultimately, life. This machine took me from being often leery of strangers to going out of my way to engage in conversation with others, hoping to share this awakening with the masses.
It wasn’t long after my purchase that my wife confessed that while riding pillion was nice, she wanted her own bike. She’s always been the adventurous one with me pushing back. I was very excited she wanted to join in on the ride. Off again find her perfect machine and proper training. Most of our free time was spent finding new directions to explore.
Our son, now almost 5, was intrigued with these 2-wheeled machines that were now the focus of much attention in our suburban neighborhood. With our son in motocross riding gear sitting between me and the tank bag, we spent many hours roaming the forests in Northern California, enjoyment every moment of our time together. We soon found a proper street riding suit for him, and he found every excuse in the book to ask to go for a ride. Short rides in town became journeys to neighboring counties. Rides to neighboring states became international border crossings to Canada and Mexico. This is not what I had planned when I was originally told “You need this”. I had no idea this much excitement still lived inside of me. How fortunate to not only have a supportive spouse pushing me outside of my adopted comfort zone, but she wanted to come along for the ride. And, with our son.
As we’ve traveled as a family, meeting people from all over the globe, the three of us realized that for us there is more to be had in this life. We had outgrown the suburban norm and were now those weird people who were always traveling or had a garage full of visiting motorbikes and laughter coming from the back yard. We enjoyed hearing stories from other travelers, but the time had come for us to go see for ourselves. In May 2013, family “Trio” had decided to downsize the way we lived, save, and start making plans to leave our typical suburban life. In just over a year, we were to leave on a journey south through Mexico, Central and South America, landing at the tip of Argentina, turn around, and ride back. It would be an 18-month trip, spending quality uninterrupted time with our preteen son to show him the world beyond the media.
For me, this is no longer what “other” people do.
Our Latin American Journey, the First of Many
As I sit here at home for the first time in 15 months I thought what better time to answer all of the questions and give trip stats from our journey.
Trip duration: 449 days
Countries visited: 15
Total trip miles: 28,716
Bribes paid: 0
Flat Tires: 1
Times we thought of turning back: 1
Illnesses: Let’s put it this way, there is no longer shame in shatting roadside.
On road crashes: Terry & Jack in Peru, Sandy in Ecuador. Everyone was OK in both cases.
Off road crashes: Too many to list but most happened in sand or very low speed.
Broken bones: 1, Jack fell out of a bunk bed while in the Costa Rican rain forrest.
Motorcycles: Terry & Jack 2014 R1200 GS Adventure, Sandy 2014 BMW F800 GS Adventure.
Favorite country: Very difficult to narrow it down to one. Each one had something we loved and made it memorable.
Thefts: 2 Terry’s helmet was stolen at a border of which was our own fault. Sandy’s machete was stolen at a lunch stop.
How many miles are on the bikes: 33,480
Was it hard to get parts: No, basic bits like oil, filters, chains, etc. were easy to source. Our network of travelers made it easy to get most anything else we needed.
What parts & tools did you carry: Spare tubes for the F800 and one tube for the R1200 that would fit either wheel in case the tire was too badly damaged to plug. Tire Plugs. Tire levers. GS-911 diagnostic tool for BMW Motorcycles as well as our Adventure Designs Toolkit that was assembled to handle everything for both motorcycles.
Mechanical issues/breakdowns: Rear suspension ESA preload failure on the R1200 GS, blown fork seal R1200, but given the rough roads, unpredictable terrain, and heavy 2 up loads we were carrying both motorcycles performed beyond our expectations.
The most asked question as we have made our way home has been, “what’s next?” All we can say is Stay Tuned.
Shown below is a map of our route. We did fly the motorcycles from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Miami, Florida to explore some of the U.S. on our way home.
Ambushing Nick Calderone from Right This Minute
The Adventure Trio Family Wants You To Follow Them Home
“The motorcycle family of 3 that left the California suburban norm in 2014 makes their way home after over a year on the road through Mexico, Central and South America”
By Sandy Borden
November 2, 2015
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Dallas, Texas – In May of 2013, Terry and Sandy Borden shook hands on what would be the biggest decision in their over 25 years together. That decision? To downsize their lives, leave what was considered a “normal” life, and take to the road with their 13-year-old son, Jack, for a year and a half on 2 motorcycles. Destination? South America. What may sound like an impossibility to most became a life-altering challenge for this typical suburban family. No strangers to family motorcycle travel, it was time for the Borden’s to make a drastic change to their 90-hour-work week life before yet another year had passed.
Since Jack was 5 years old, the Borden’s have taken many family vacations on their 2 BMW motorcycles. Traveling through Canada, Baja, and across the U.S., they knew that in order to teach Jack, and themselves, about the world beyond the media, they needed to get serious and take a few risks. And, they did. Within a year before their departure, they sold the house in the burbs, relocated to the small town of McCloud, California, sold most of their belongings, and took a leave of absence from the business that Terry had been a part of for most of his life. On September 13th, 2013, they watched the garage door go down on the life they knew, setting off onto a journey of self-discovery not just as individuals, but also as a family. While many are content with weekends on the soccer fields and trips to theme parks, the Borden’s knew they were different. They soon dubbed themselves the “Suburban Weirdo’s”.
Now known as they Adventure Trio, this family of 3 has spent the last 14 months exploring mainland Mexico, Central and South America. They have danced in the streets of Zacatecas, Mexico, released wild turtles into the Pacific in El Salvador, and camped above 13,000 feet in the Andes of Peru. They’ve stayed in the homes of indigenous families in Guatemala and Peru. Some days, torrential rains have brought them to a halt while other days they can’t seem to get enough of the open skies of the Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia. With Jack being fluent in Spanish, the transition into a Spanish-speaking world has been smoother than most. Jack always insisted on being the “point man” at border crossings and lodging negotiations.
While a traditional schooling environment was not possible for this teenager, the family decided to take the world schooling approach, Jack self-directing his schedule with topics of interest that included local history, photography, music, and museums (though his parents did insist on maintaining a stringent on-line math program while on the road). Everyday life skills also played a major role in Jack’s learning portfolio. From everything to money exchange, daily budget and route planning through unknown territories, he now has skills he would not of gained if sitting in a classroom.
Their biggest lesson learned? We’re really not all that different from those in other countries. We all need food and shelter. We all want is best for our children. But, most of all, the world and all her people are extremely beautiful and kind, with arms open to welcome these strangers on motorcycles into their homes for a meal and a room for the night. What we are told we should fear is actually the opposite if only we would let ourselves experience life beyond our usual.
Now back on U.S. soil, the Borden’s are taking these last couple of months and exploring the southern states, presenting to local motorcycle and family groups, sharing their photos and stories from their time in Latin America. Currently at the home of a friend outside of Dallas, they want to invite other riders and non-riders, families and groups to share in their journey back to California. Visit their website at http://www.adventuretrio.com/follow-us to see where they are in REAL TIME to find out if they are in your area. You can jump in on the ride at any point whenever you want, for as long as you want. They also invite followers to pitch a tent and sit around the campfire as they share tales from Mexico to Colombia to Brazil, sharing stories of how life on the road has changed not only how they view themselves, but the rest of the world.
You can read more about this motorcycle traveling family on their website at http://www.adventuretrio.com, as well as check out some of their favorite photos on Instagram and Twitter, @AdventureTrio. LIKE them on their Facebook page for clues as to where they are headed next. They want to inspire as many families as possible to take a look at their lives and find ways to slow down, spend less, and enjoy more. The family motto? Don’t ask why, as why not. If you don’t take this time together as a family now, then when?
About Adventure Trio
Terry, Sandy and Jack Borden, are a California family that started traveling by motorcycle when son, Jack, was just 5 years old. Feeling that travel was better explored by motorcycle, they have ventured through Canada, Baja, and across the U.S. In 2013, they made the decision to change their lives by downsizing, selling most of their goods, and taking to the road via 2-wheels for a year and a half through Latin America.
To learn more about the Adventure Trio or to schedule a presentation, please contact:
PO Box 654
McCloud, California 96057
Bolivia 2015 (Part 1 of 3)
Hey there everybody! Welcome to another edition of Jack’s Chat. Most of you may know that we are back in the U.S.A., and have finished our time in Latin America. Since I last put out a Jack’s Chat post, we have made out way through Bolivia, Argentina, Brazil, and Uruguay. After out visit from La Paz and following down the western side of Bolivia, we made our way south to the Uyuni Salt Flats, of which was breathtaking! If you ever are thinking of traveling to the salt flats, remember to bring sun glasses, the salt reflects the sunlight like snow.
We did end up staying some nights in Uyuni, (the town that in on the edge of the salt flats) and then made our way out to camp one night on the edge of an island on the salt. That night, the temperature had to be -13 degrees Fahrenheit. We woke throughout the night to use the bathroom and noticed that there was frost on the inside of the tent. I’m not kidding, the inside of the outer shell had frost! That was one of the few nights where my parents and I all slept in the same tent.
After our time on the salt flats, we made our way south towards Tarija. On our way into town we stopped in the main plaza and started looking for a hotel. As we were looking a man came up to us and said that he knows of a hotel that is very nice and is priced very well. We followed him to this hotel and he wasn’t lying. The hotel that he had in mind was indeed very nice, for a price within our budget.
Once we got settled in we went out to get some dinner, and saw some other BMW motorcycle riders that looked like they were returning from a trip. We asked them where they were from and where they were heading. It turns out they had just gotten back from a week trip out to the salt flats. We kept talking and we told them about our trip and they were very interested and wanted to talk a lot about what we were doing. We exchanged phone numbers and the next day we got a phone call asking us If we wanted to come to one of their houses for a barbecue dinner, and to bring our bikes to show them our kit. We gladly said yes and that night we met up with one of the guys at our hotel and he said, “I don’t have my bike with me, I will grab a cab and you will follow me there.” We proceeded to ask him if he just wanted to hop on the back of my mom’s bike, and he very excitedly said yes. He guided my mom to his friends’ house towards the edge of town, and we pulled into a very nice neighborhood and pulled into the driveway, of which there were 3 more BMW motorcycles. We walked into this very nice house where we were greeted with wine and the smell of a very good barbecue. That night we spent about 3-4 hours just talking and showing photos and videos of where we have been, and all of the people there were just amazed that we had ridden through Mexico and Central America and we still had more to go.
We ended up staying almost 10 days in the town of Tarija due to one of the people taking us on a private tour of a plant for a drink called Singani. It is only made in Tarija Bolivia and is hard to come by outside of the country.
We enjoyed our time there but It was time to move on. The day we left we also crossed into Argentina. The town we stopped to stay in was a medium sized town, but there wasn’t a lot that was going on. We did find a hotel that had the coolest elevators ever! If you could imagine the elevators from Harry Potter, those are what we had.
Once we left that town we went south to try and meet up with a family who have been traveling for 3 years in a sportsmobile like van, with their 6 year old son. We stayed with them in the same campground and then traveled together for the next 3 days. We started making our way towards Salta Argentina, and by then we had split from them with hoped of meeting up again in Brazil.
To be continued…….
Hello everybody and welcome back to another edition of Jack’s Chat. We have been in Peru for about 3 weeks, and we have been having a great time.
We have been with our friends Mirko and Claudia from Germany (also on motorcycles) who are doing a similar route as us. We met them at Horizons Unlimited 2014 and met up again in Cuenca, Ecuador. Once we crossed into Peru, we immediately headed to the coast. We rolled into the town of Pimentel in the middle of what appeared to look like Afghanistan. Once we got out of the mountains, it was complete desert.
We stayed along the coast for a while going through Trujillo and some other little towns before heading back into the mountains, landing in a really cool little town called Santiago de Chuco. We made our way through the mountains going through little villages with houses made of mud bricks and plastic roofs. As we pulled into one town, we were immediately surrounded by kids from the local school asking questions and pointing at things on the bikes. Once we got everything off the bikes, we were able to park the bikes inside the parking lot of the nearby church with permission from the priest. That night, we met a kid who seemed very shy around us. We bought him a little snack that came with a little toy truck, and then he followed us around the whole plaza. He ended up poking his head into our hotel, and we invited him in. We sat and showed some pictures from early in the trip, and he just sat there and smiled. We offered him some of the food that we had made, and we all sat and ate. We started talking about what he is going to say to his parents when he goes home and he says, “I’m not hungry. The friendly gringo’s fed me.” Once we all finished eating, he walked home and we made our way back into our little rooms for the night.
We woke up the next morning to the same group of kids outside waiting to see the bikes again. We got the bikes out of the church and rode up to a restaurant were I got a table. As I took off my jacket, I hear the sound of a motorcycle being dropped. I ran outside and saw my mom’s bike on its side. We got it back up and saw the beautiful dent in the sidecase from the rocks that it landed on. We sat and ate some food brought to us by a very nice lady and her daughter.
That day we reached a bigger city with the name Caraz. We went and got a late lunch at a very nice restaurant where the guy who was our waiter told us about this really nice hotel just down the road. We rode to the hotel and asked about rooms. The lady said they only had one room left. So, my dad and I went to look at it. Although it was a little above our usual price for a room we said yes we would take it. Then he called her boss who was on vacation in Lima and when she got off of the phone, she said that her boss says the room is now 350 soles (about 110 US dollars). With our budget being $100 per day, we said no. Then she said it was 350 soles because we were 3 people, implying that we never told her that we were 3 people. We went back to the restaurant were our waiter and, now our friend, told him what happened. We was even shocked and said that the owner was his friend and that he was going to call him and talk to him. He told about this other cool and quiet place that had rooms for much less and fit our budget. He called his friend to come lead us to the hotel and 10 minutes later, we arrived at this beautiful place with about 4 rooms and 3 very playful dogs. We got settled into our nice big room with 4 beds and ate some tuna fish sandwiches for dinner
We stayed at this place for 3 nights and during those nights, we met some people from South Africa also on BMW motorcycles that were going north from Argentina. We gave each other our cards and later that night we met up for pizza and a drink. That night I was up at around midnight and the dogs were going crazy outside. I went to the bathroom window to see what was going on, and two of the dogs came to the window and just stared at me like they wanted to play. I went back to sleep and thought it can wait till the morning. I woke up the next morning and saw one of the dogs in a box lying down and looked closer… I saw 3 puppies! The dog had 3 puppies last night, and that was the dogs we barking about.
We left the next day and continued into the town of Huaraz where we stayed for the night and walked around the plaza and got dinner in a nice quiet part of town. As we were walking back to our hotel, this dog came trotting up. When we started scratching him, he let out this happy sound like he was in heaven. He follow us two-thirds the way back to our hotel until he found a smell and walked away. Everyone was heartbroken by the dog that night because we wanted to take him home, but there is no room on the bike. Haha!
The next day, we made our way towards the town of Huanuco where from there we would make our way to Lima. We left Huanuco at 8:00am and got to our rental apartment at 8:30pm, meaning we were on Lima’s main freeway at 8:00 at night where all of the crazy drivers are out and about. We stayed in this apartment for a week while we got A LOT of work done and spend a lot of time touring the city. We also visited Touratech in Lima and had both rear tires changed because there was almost no rubber left on them.
After we departed Lima, we headed back to the mountains and are following the Andes to Cusco, Peru, where we will make our plans for Bolivia. We are now in the town of Ayacucho, Peru, where we met up a friend that we met in northern Peru and who is also on a trip on a BMW F800 GS, and we are going to ride to Cusco together.
Well this concludes this edition of Jack’s Chat. Check back soon for another article. Make sure to visit often for more pictures and updates.
Jack’s Chat – The Next Chapter
North America to South America
Hey everybody and welcome back to another issue of Jack’s Chat. In this issue, I am going to be talking about some of the newest places that we have visited in the last couple of weeks. But most importantly, my wrist has healed nicely and I no longer have a cast. I am stretching my wrist daily to get my muscles back in working order (due to not moving my wrist for a month) so I can resume using it like nothing happened. Now, back to the trip…
We headed south from San Jose, Costa Rica, and stayed two nights on the Caribbean Ocean beach in a very expensive hotel. Well, the second night we had to camp in the grass parking area next to the hotel as the rooms were way over our budget. And, it rained all night. The next morning, we packed up sopping wet tents and we were off to cross into Panama. The border crossing into Panama was a lot smoother than all of the other border crossings in Central America, each averaging around 4 hours. This border topped out at about 2 hours with off and on rain showers. Once we had gotten everything done at the border, we met some other motorcycle riders that were riding in the same direction as we were. And, one of the riders on the other bikes was wearing sandals in freezing temperatures and didn’t seem to mind. We got out of the mountains and into some lower altitude where it finally warmed up. By the time we rolled into the hostel, it was freezing again and we had to set up our tents that were still all wet from the beach. Once we got our tents up, we went into the hostel common area and got some tea going to warm ourselves up.
That night we all slept very well because we were exhausted from the day before. We all got ourselves ready and had some breakfast and chatted with some of the people in the hostel. We were lucky enough to have a room our last night there so that we didn’t have to pack up our wet tents the morning that we had to leave. Once we had left the hostel, we were on our way to go to Panama City and stay with our friend, Alison, and her boyfriend, Carlos. We got there, got settled into our room and had some lunch. We stayed there for a couple of days while we got all of our papers ready for the ferry ride from Colon to Cartagena. While we were there, we also called around to some medical clinics and hospitals to see who could remove my cast. They all said either “No, we don’t do that” or said that they would transfer me to another clinic down the road. Well, they did transfer me, but nobody answered. Then we started considering to just taking it off ourselves. And, that’s what we ended up doing…with a hacksaw…and, a Leatherman multitool. We got it off by cutting, prying, and moving it around. Finally off, I got my arm rinsed off with water, and it felt so good. But, the one thing that I couldn’t do was move my wrist. The muscles were so tense and bunched up from not moving I couldn’t move my whole wrist. I spend the next 3 days moving it and stretching it. The day we had to leave for the ferry dock, we packed up early and were off to Colon to catch the ferry.
After 5 hours of waiting and getting papers stamped and turned in, we finally got the bikes on and got our gear off. We went up to the top deck to hang out with some people we met at the customs office and sat up there while the boat pulled away from the port. About 1-2 hours later, we were out in open ocean. The boat rocked and rocked and rocked. My mom and I ended up putting on patches to keep us from vomiting. That night was an interesting sleep. We woke up to the boat going forwards and then backwards. I could barely stand. Once it was morning and got food, we were told that we hade to vacate our room 2 hours before the boat got into port so that they could clean. So we moved all of our stuff into the bar area that had nobody in it, and sat there for an hour and a half working and checking social media. They finally let us go and get the bikes ready to get off of the boat. Once we got off, we walked up to the customs to get ourselves into the country. Then, my parents had to go and get the inspection done on the bikes. The inspection took about an hour and a half. That night, we attempted to go to an Air B&b house that we had reserved. The owner had met us at the gas station across the street from the port on his bicycle and was going to lead us to the house. We went about 2 kilometers and we stopped at a “hotel” that he said he owned and asked us if we wanted to stay there or if we wanted to go to the other house. We told him the other house because we wanted to have the place that we had already paid for that had a kitchen and private rooms. He put his bike away and asked my mom if he could ride on the back her bike to the house. She proceeded to say no because the passenger seat was filled with a duffle bag. He flagged down a taxi and told the driver where to go. We followed them through some “ok” traffic and through this very sketchy street that lead to the house. We took one look at the house and at the neighborhood and asked him if the neighborhood was safe. He then asked us if we were going to go out after we got settled in, implying that it wasn’t safe. My parents and I talked and decided to not stay here and to go and find a hotel. We looked at a couple of hotels and they all were $200 or more. We finally found one that we were able to get for a good price. We stayed there for two nights and got a lot of work done.
The next day we went to some cities that were along the beach and that brought us inland. Yesterday we got to this awesome camping spot that has a bunch of animals and ponds with a lot of land. We plan to be here until tomorrow and then make our way to Medellin to stay with some family we have there.
That concludes this edition of Jack’s Chat, make sure to check back soon for the next one.
January 31st 2015
Hey everybody, I know that I haven’t been writing on my chat corner at all lately, but I am going to change that. I am going to be writing an update every week now. So make sure to come back and check it out.
So lately we have been walking around and checking out this awesome city by the name of San Jose Costa Rica. The reason behind us being here for so long has been due to me breaking my wrist. The night before the incident we had pulled into a hotel and camping place that we were originally going to camp at, but due to it raining and there being almost no daylight left because the road in was slow and slippery, we kindly asked, “Is there a chance that you have a room for tonight?” After we got unloaded and had some dinner we got into bed and went to sleep. The next morning just as I was waking up, I realized that I was falling. But not from a regular bed, but from a 6’5 foot bunk bed. My parents came into where my bed was screaming my name and laying me down. Once I was fully awake, I looked at the spot that was hurting, and saw that my wrist didn’t look right AT ALL!!! It looked like I pulled my wrist and out, turned it, then shoved it back in, while at the same time breaking a bone.
I was moved onto the bigger bed and laid there with ice while my mom made me a splint using a book and a bandage wrap. My dad went to go wake up the hotel owner to call a taxi to the medial clinic because the day before we had crossed into Costa Rica and hadn’t gotten a sim card for this country yet. We had found out that no clinic in town had an X-Ray machine to see what happened to my wrist. We found a clinic that had an ambulance to transport me to a San Jose hospital. The people were nice enough to take all of our gear to the hospital. My dad followed on the 800 GS to be able to take at least take one bike to the hospital with us. Once we got to the hospital, I was put into a wheelchair and rolled into the doctor’s office so he could take a look at my arm.
My dad went and parked the bike at a garage down the street. We put all of our gear in a cart and brought it up to our room. I got settled into my bed. I was scheduled for surgery at 4:00 P.M. that day to get my wrist set. The nurses came in about a half an hour before surgery to put me into my hospital gown….that was awkward. Once the surgeons assistant came in to move by bed into the surgery room, they moved me onto the surgery be and put the mask on my mouth to have me go to sleep.
I woke up to them carting me back to post-op and was in a lot of pain. I sat there for an hour with an unbelievable pain in my bicep. All the doctor did was put two medicines in my IV and give me a shot. I finally left post-op and was back in my room. I was able to eat and drink in 3 hours, and passed the time watching the FC Barcelona game (GO MESSI!!!!!) and checking Facebook. A lady came in and gave me a whole plate of food. The plate was empty in about 2 minutes… That night, my dad took a ride back with the ambulance to Monte Verde where the 1200 GS was. He spent the night in our hotel room that we had reserved for another night, and returned on the other bike in the morning.
That morning I was brought some cereal and fruit for breakfast, and was adjusting to having a cast. I called the nurse to undo my IV so I could shower. I was helped into the bathroom and had a bright orange biohazard bag on my arm to keep the water out. I had a nice hot shower and got my self ready for the day. I was all good for the day, and all I had to wait for was the ok from the doctor to leave. The doctor came in, asked my how I felt, and told me I was good to go. The nurse came and took out my IV and I was wheeled out to the car ramp. Fortunately, our friend said that her brother in law had a house in a town 8 miles from San Jose. He came to pick us up and bring us to his house and got us all settled in.
We have been at his house for about a week and a half and will be for another week and half.
Well that concludes this edition of Jack’s Chat, I hope you guys like it and if you have any questions, please leave comments below.
December 9th, 2012
Hey guys it’s me Jack, I so sorry for not catching up on my chat corner I have been so busy it totally slipped my mind. So right now I am actually an the Progressive International Motorcycle Show in Long Beach California witch has like all of the motorcycle dealers that you could ever imagine showing of their new bikes for 2013. and let me tell you that the next time you go on a road trip, MAKE SURE TO TAKE A NAP. Its was like a 6 and a half hour ride from Davis and we ended up eating dinner at like 11:30 P.M. Ugh. Well that’s it for this edition of Jack Chat and be sure to leave me some comments and questions in the comment area below.
July 6th, 2012
Hey everybody I’m back, sorry i have not been catching up on my chat corner. Today we went on a scenic raft tour and then we went whitewater rafting on the snake river in Jackson, Wyoming and got really wet. Yesterday I met some kids and was hanging out all day long in the pool, and this morning they had to leave to go back to Baton Rouge Louisiana so it kinda bummed me out that they had to leave but the rafting really made me happy. But I’m going to keep in touch with them for sure.
Make sure to come back next Wednesday because thats the day before the end of our trip.
June 12th, 2012
Hey everybody thanks for coming to my chat corner. These are some thoughts on our trip that we are going to go on this summer. What I really want to not happen is to be in a thunder and lightning storm like we were last year or the year before. I am really looking forward to meeting allot of people on this trip. I met allot of people at overland expo this year who seem to bee pretty famous if you ask my mom or my dad. I can’t wait to go camping again I am dying from nocampingitis so I am really eager to get on the road. It is also really hard to not get to see your friends for a long time. And we have a dog so we have to drop him of at our neighbors house and believe me hank loves it there. That’s all for this edition of Jacks chat corner make sure to come back soon
P.S. if you have any questions sent me a email. My address is email@example.com
Thanks so much to the Gulf South BMW Owners Group for taking the time to hear our story. It was a blast meeting you all.
Thank you to the staff and crew of Adventure Motorsports of Northwest Florida. They treated us like family from the moment we walked in the door and did a great job servicing the 2 tired motorcycles fresh of the trail from Latin America. We were given the opportunity to speak to some of their customers as well during the open house that was being held on October 24th. We had a blast!
Creating A Family of Friends
By Sandy Borden
We all know the golden rule that blood is thicker than water, that family is first and foremost in life. While this is true on many fronts, we also know that as time goes on, our chosen family is ever growing and strengthening. Combine these friends with your given family, and you find yourself truly gifted and loved. Through our travels, we’ve been fortunate enough to forge some amazing bonds, enriching our family of companions and mentors not just for us but for Jack as well. It took this new journey abroad, the idea of traveling into new territory to help us realize just how valuable it is to share ourselves as well as create a global family for our son.
When we closed the door to our little mountain home over a year ago, we were already part of a very strong family unit, some we chose, others chosen for us. Our family of friends had grown and changed over the years but was always there no matter how much time had passed between visits or conversations. We were welcomed into their homes as we made our way south to Mexico, enjoying one last hurrah before another year or so was to pass. There was laughter and hugs, tears and promises of gathering once again upon our return to share stories of life on the road. But, there was one question – Could we forge such relationships with those who did not always speak the same language? Though we had read stories of lifelong friendships forged with nary a word spoken, it was now our time to prove the theory correct.
In early October of 2014, we crossed the Arizona border into mainland Mexico. We had heard all the usual stories – be aware of robbers, don’t let your guard down, the usual array of scare tactic scenarios. What did we actually find? Kindness. Smiles. Genuine laughter and delight. We had entered a country where music and spontaneous gatherings happened daily, where groups of locals ate, talked and danced in the streets to random musicians and 10-piece bands. There was no drinking. There were no street fights or arguments. Everyone was arm in arm, holding each other tight, leaning in to hear the newest story or exploit. And, this was all happening at 11PM almost every night. What we were used to being shown in the states, what we were told was a dangerous and fear driven country was not what we were experiencing. Sure, we could wander down a dark street in a local barrio, but that was looking for the bad in a land that was inherently good. Along our travels in Mexico, we met up with other motorcycle friends, Mike and Shannon, whom we had met many years back. They, too, were off on a grand adventure to experience the world and all she had to offer. We shared their home and food, spending nights circled around the table with maps and highlighters, other friends and travelers joining in on the energy that surrounded our group. This was our first entry into international family waters.
Who knew that our time in Guatemala would bring so many new friends into our circle. A home-stay with a local Mayan family along the shores of Lake Atitlan will stay with all of us always. Even with a 3-year old son and 20-day old daughter, we were welcomed with locally grown and prepared meals at every meal. Chickens and puppies roamed the family compound as we helped care for the little one’s, learning about native life outside of the city. Their children became ours to care for as well. We also found ourselves adopted by the matriarch of the family; she insisted on making our camp chairs her temporary throne during our visit. When it was time to leave, we were given gifts of candles and fabric with promises to use both to keep our tortillas warm upon our return home.
A little house tucked behind a school in Antigua became another on of our homes, each night our hosts bringing out a table and chairs for our nightly swapping of stories and adventures. Cuba Libre’s were the drink of choice as we noshed on plates of goodies, our hosts leaning back in their chairs and taking a long drag of their cigarette with each memory they shared. Their 3 German Shepards quickly made their way into our hearts, making their way through our front door each morning to greet us with a slobbery kiss and waft of the tail. We spent Christmas Eve in their backyard with their friends and family, shooting fireworks into the cool night air to celebrate another holiday come and gone. Can you imagine what kind of heaven this was for a 13-year-old boy? Fireworks AND Christmas?
This kind of scenario was repeated as we made our way through Central America and into Colombia. Our Aussie girl, Mishka, became an instant soul sister and honorary auntie to Jack. I mean, really, how do you explain running into her completely at random not just in one country but in 3!
The hosting tables were turned on us as we stayed with fellow rider and traveler, Alison, and her boyfriend Carlos. Just as we had fed and housed Alison over the years, it was our turn to have the favor returned. She insisted, and, reluctantly, we let her. Alison was going to teach us how to receive as well as give.
BMW riders from most every country would see us riding along and flag us down to make sure we were well taken care of. Did we need anything? Could they point us in a certain direction? Days were spent with our new friends as they showed us around their lovely towns, proud to share in the in the history and culture of their country. Always, food and a local beverage rounded out each day.
It was Claudio and Betty, mom and dad to a Colombian friend back home, that took us in even though I was extremely ill and bed-ridden for a few days. It was the random strangers who saw our confused faces and helped us find lodging and a meal for the night. It was the indigenous men and women of the Andes who always had a relative that owned a hostel or had an extra room in their home. It was almost the entire country of Bolivia taking us by surprise with their extreme kindness and generosity. Memories of Fernet and Coke bring instant grins and a chuckle every time.
It was Jack climbing into a boat along the shores of El Salvador with Tom and Bonin in search of dolphins while Cheryl and I hung on the beach awaiting their return. It’s our new band of brothers and sisters in Brazil who road with us, fed us, insisting we stay though it was time to press on. I believe the emotion of our departure was a little more than some of us could handle. Sure, there were verbal language barriers, but those quickly became a small part of the equation as smiles and warm hugs took over. During our time in Latin America, we had created this family network, securing places to revisit for future travels. Do you know how many doors have opened just in Jack’s world? Multiple offers to host our kiddo came in with most every encounter, all wanting to watch Jack grow and expand his knowledge of their country and lifestyle. Can you even imagine where he will land in the next 5 years?
It takes a person who is willing to let down their personal barriers and beliefs who is willing to open up and be vulnerable that finds such treasures across the borders. Disregard your notions that you will never find people greater than those that bind you by blood or name. Open your mind to new experiences and languages and people. One of the best pieces of advice I received before we left was from our friend, Ken Duval. When I asked how he dealt with new situations, his answer was simple – “Just open up your helmet and give a big smile.” And, you know what, it’s just that easy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some exploring to do and family to embrace.