Some Most days I daydream about riding the world. While it’s not always possible to get away, there’s still room for adventure. In order to celebrate our freedom on the Fourth of July. Amber and I packed up the bikes and headed north. Some might think of this trip as a relaxing ride through New England’s back roads. Instead, I like to think of it as a mini world tour…
First stop, the Wright Museum which exhibits artifacts illustrating the heroic efforts of ordinary people living during extraordinary times and is dedicated to celebrating Americans’ sacrifices and achievements during WWII.
Next stop, Whitehorse gear in North Conway so amber can pick up a kidney belt for back support.
The friendly folks at Whitehorse gave us a great road recommendation that took us up through Evan’s Notch in the White Mountain National Forest. Once in Maine we said hi to our buddy Paul Bunyan who was hanging out in Rumford.
The riding was mellow and fun.
Soon afterwards we crossed into Mexico. Wait, what? I’m so confused…
The plaque threw me off a bit. Shouldn’t it be in Spanish?
Sadly, there wasn’t even a Mexican restaurant in Mexico, Maine! Maybe that’s a business opportunity… After Mexico it was off to Peru. There is no downtown – just lots rural land. Does anyone know what an ATV bottle is???
So, are we on Peruvian soil or American soil?
Having had enough of Latin America we jumped across the pond and stopped by Rome for lunch. Rome was burning so we notified the volunteer fire department.
After our civic duties were done we went east, really far east, like to the far east. Welcome to China!
Unlike mexican restaurants in Mexico, we did see plenty of chinese restaurants in China. Oddly, China looked a lot like Rome, Peru, Mexico, and Maine… Oh well. We looped back around for a quick stop in our hometown of Manchester. Well not Manchester, NH but Manchester, ME. This one goes out to our buddy Pete from Manchester, England. Last month he rode his motorcycle to every Manchester in the USA (there’s more than 30 of them). We had dinner and beers with him as he rolled through our Manchester.
With 300 miles logged we called it quits for the day and headed to Amber’s aunt’s place for some delicious homemade apple pie. mmmmmmmmm.
Awake and reenergized we set out the next morning to continue the adventure. We headed south to Lisbon,
Portugal Maine. Unfortunately we were a week early for the Moxie Festival!
Lisbon was fun so we decided to see more of Europe. Next stop, Poland. I had to pee and just as I was about to take a leak by the building I caught myself. Fearing that if a local kid saw me peeing by an elementary school I would be charged as a sex offender, I decided to postpone my whiz until I could find a proper rest room facility.
We continued with the European theme and headed north to Norway.
Only a stones throw away from Norway, we found Paris. Imagine what a mini Eiffel Tower replica would do for tourism… Unfortunately, there wasn’t much going on in Paris, Maine.
A few more miles (pun intended) down the road was Sweden. Judging by the few people we talked to, I’m willing to bet that most folks here do not know there’s a country called Sweden. The fire department had the only sign in town.
After Sweden we popped back down into mainland Europe for a quick stop in Denmark.
By that time we really started to enjoy Europe, so we shot over to see Amber’s other aunt who lives in Naples,
Italy Maine. Together we celebrated our journey with a traditional Italian pizza served in an Irish pub…
The next morning I realized I had a freeloader trying to hitch a ride around the world. He wasn’t talking much…
We wrapped up our Weekend of Freedom World Tour with a brief stop in Limerick,
Ireland Maine where they conveniently have a US Post Office.
Maine has several other worldly towns that were a bit out of our reach. We’ll leave Madrid, Moscow, Columbia (ya, they got the spelling wrong), Athens, Stockholm, Verona, Belfast, Lebanon, Vienna and Belgrade for another trip.
Editors note: We skipped all the English town names because just about every other town in New England is named after… Well… England…
As my friends at NEMO would say – Adventure Anywhere. Because memorable and meaningful adventures can happen anywhere from the backyard to Mt. Everest.
Boy I bet the carne de passage paperwork was tough 😛