
Originally Posted by
sgrimson
I remember deciding to go to the Prineville Rally about 35 years ago and getting all the stuff that I was going to take out and giving it the once over. It wasn't until that moment that I opened my new Map of Canada to plot it out. I looked at Toronto, then the furthest North I had ever been, (Espanola) and then looked across the rest of the map. My heart sank with doubt and fear. I knew bupkiss about mechanical stuff, and having graduated from Law school the year before was well trained for almost nothing. I'd only had the bike for a few months of riding the summer before.
But I had a BMW so I figured I had no excuses. They never break down as long as you do some minor maintenance. After about two days of huge distances we crossed the Ontario border. I saw a BMW bike coming my way as we both crossed a bridge, him coming from the other direction. I yelled "Are you going to the rally?" at him. I was so out of it with excitement it hadn't even dawned on me how crazy big this country is. After fabulous days and nights and some wild weather I got to the Rally and felt somehow at home away from home. I've never forgotten that trip and the level of focus it brought out in me. They bike never did let me down, although I did finally relent and buy a windshield in LA for the ride home. The wind and elements were too much without one. I was losing my mind at times from the exhaustion. When I read about some of the others in the MOA I'm truly impressed at their toughness and dedication.
The bottom line is get to the farthest rally you can get to in the time you have. It's all about the riding isn't it?