This last summer Bonnie and I went to the Canadian Rockies
While in Jasper, a town at the top of the Icefields Parkway I noticed this BMW that was kind of beat up. What was even more amazing was the Argentina plates
I made Bonnie wait while I checked out the bike and a few moments later along came Carlos
He had ridden first south the Ushaia (sp?) the tip of south america then up thru Chile and all the way to the arctic circle. His english was not so great and my spanish also pretty bad but we had a great conversation. He had lots of stuff broken off the bike due to falling

but a big smile. I showed him on a map some stuff that he wanted to see and we said goodbye
Occasionally I wonder if he made it home. Like DDT he was retired. And he was living his dream. Lucky bastard indeed.

Note the kevlar pants and bigass gas can Just before I got the police bike I had test drove a gs that belonged to an 80 yr old man who rode it every year to alaska to see his grandkids. lol Have to admit those GS bikes take a lickin.