Indirect Redirection

Here’s a quick clip from the Californian Coast north of Fort Bragg. I used a feature on Youtube that helps eliminate camera shake. It enhanced the video a little bit while making it slightly blurry. Still though, the majesty of that coastline was captured. For an eastcoast guy like myself, the west was like a whole new planet.

More videos. I know what you’re thinking. YES! Mike has saved the day. Or perhaps you were thinking, stop beating that dead horse. Who knows? Anyway, I have a ton of them. Some are worth sharing and some are to flawed or too irrelevant to post. As time allows, I hope to share all of the, half way interesting ones, to give a more complete feel to the trip. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a video is worth a million.

Here is a quick video of Florida’s, Lake Okeechobee. Notice the lack of a huge expanse of open water. When I pulled up to the shore. I surely expected to see nothing but water and choppy little waves. I didn’t ride the entire shore, but for the miles that I saw it seemed as though there is a channel of grass-less water on the edge of the lake.

This is a clip from Pax Trax motocross park in central Florida. The fella that I’m talking to is Alan Cianciarulo, father of Adam Cianciarulo, who is riding the smaller bike on the track in the video. (not the red jersey) Adam and his dad were great folks, polite, well spoken, and respectful. It was truly a pleasure to meet them. Adam WILL be a future motocross star.

You see some weird things while traveling. I spotted this character in Key West. He was waving those arms for a minute solid before the thought of getting my camera out crossed my mind. Just as I did grab the camera his pretend flight was over. Right at the end of the video you can hear me say “damn it” in frustration over not getting the whole thing on film.

T’was weird for me to run across these photos from day 1, last night. Brittany was scrolling through random pics and I glanced up to notice them. Now it has been over five months since that glorious day where I shifted the sticker-less Goose into first gear and took off for the unknown.The pictures took me back. Back to what feels like a lifetime ago. Back to when I was knee high to a traveling grasshopper. The video shows my cautious enthusiasm while my facial expressions hid my deep uncertainty for what I was about to endure. Looking back, I can see now, just how inexperienced I was and how much of a gamble I was taking. I’m glad to have made it home with all of my fingers and toes, but at that point losing some digits, getting seriously injured, or not making it back at all were still options on the table. Day 1 is still the mightiest day of them all. It’s the day where I began to walk the walk.