Ride Of Your Life

We traveled to the End of The World to complete the film.

The Days Before Vagabonding

For 18 years I ran freight management and logistics companies. I started most of them with small amounts of capital; the first I launched with a few clients lined up and $4,000 in the bank. It grew to $130,000 a month by the 13th month. That was just the start.

Huge Markings Found Along The Irish Coast

Irish neutrality during the Second World War involved some hasty preparations being made around the island of Ireland. One of the more unlikely measures taken was to have the word 'Eire' written into the coastal landscape at 32 points around the country. 

7 Entrepreneur Travel Hacks That Can Maximize Productivity

The title above was to an article my friend Vinil Ramdev wrote for Entrepreneur Magazine. In he delves into some useful tips when traveling.

Day 3 - Nagpur to Jhansi

Last night was great night driving, then the rains, then the road became pot holes of mud and rocks, and then -- just as we found good paved roads again -- the engine stopped.  Today was better, until it wasn't.

Day 2 - Hyderabad to Nagpur; riding into the night

Riding at night can be amazing; quiet dark roads, the hum of the engine, and the brisk night air. It's tranquil, magical even -- until you run out of road.

Day 1 -- We endured

We didn't get off to a great start. We'd been working (not on this but rather our business) right up until 2:AM the day of the ride. With about 2 1/2 hours of sleep Nihanth and I got up, got ready, took too long to load our gear, and then ...

Last Thoughts Before We Ride

With 48 hours before we set out on our epic 30-day motorcycle trip to the Himalayas and beyond, with all the scheduling and procurement behind me, I'm left with a moment of calm to reflect.

Why I Embraced Vagabonding

I was a traditional entrepreneur from the age of 23 until my mid-40s. Then a whirlwind of unforeseeable events took place and the current of those events took me on an adventure I never saw coming.

The Southern India Motorcycle Tour Day #1 & #2

As hot as Bangalore has been this summer, when you hit the road at 6:30 you need to at least have a sweatshirt. The planned route was Bangalore to Mysore (Mysuru), to Ooty through the Bandipur National Forest, then to Coimbatore, Munnar, Madurai, Rameshwaram, Puducherry, Vellore. and back to Bangalore  Today was amazing!

Elephant Charges us en Route to Munnar

The traffic was stopped, so I drove up the shoulder of the road around the cars (what is a motorcycle for after all?) only to spook a bull elephant who charged us, twice. We only caught footage of one. But note after how he peeks out from the bushes us eyeing us.

Monkey Steals Olaf's Fruit

When we slowed dow for a check point, Olaf got off the bike to take photos of the monkeys on the roof of the truck ahead of us. As he did, one of them jumped on the bak seat of the morotcycle and swipped his bag of manderins

Ride of Your Life - INTRO

As some of you may know, we're planning to shoot a documentary of our August planned motorcycle adventure to Ladakh, 18,000 feet up into the Himalayas. Here is a short video intro.

If you'd like to skip a cup of coffee and donate $2 or more to our cause, you can do so HERE. You can also find other raw video clips HERE Follow in our Facebook Group 

See the trailer here. 

Summer Arrives with Another Oddity

The weather throughout January and February was pretty nice, although in the closing weeks we got three rain storms. Usually we don't get any rain until Monsoon season that begins in July. Can anyone say Climate Change? Anyway  few days ago I'm riding home on my motorcyle and I have to do a double take of what is before me. Keep in mind that I've seen some pretty whack-a-doo stuff since I've been in India

Experience India - A Web Series

Yes, we're going to launch a travel-adventure web series and we want you to participate for as little as $2 a month. Friends see me traveling around the world and tell me "Your life is like a movie," so we decided to turn it into one. I've been a vagabonder since 2014 when I met and befriended a Colombian photojournalist. She'd been traveling solo -- or rather backpacking (they're different things I was to discover) --  since the age of sixteen. When she and I traveled to northern Argentina, we traveled by bus, hitchhiked, and walked.  It was amazing.

The Space Between

It’s been a while since I posted my adventures in India. So I thought I’d share a lovely experience I had today. It was the most contradictory thing I've experienced thus far.

Motorcycle Adventure to Palolem

Combining a motorcycle ride to Palolem Beach, Goa India with a week stay on the beach was exhilarating and relaxing, and proved that these old bones have a lot of mileage left in them.

To The Falls on Two Wheels

Our little adventure began at 5:00AM – then again, waking up at 5:00 AM was more of a nightmare for me than an adventure, and we had a 3 hour drive ahead of us. I had only fallen asleep at 4:30 AM. But I awoke, bathed, got dressed and met with others from our small motorcycle group out in front of the house. Rajeev emerged from the house last, big surprise, and we left by 6:00 AM.

We followed Rajeev-- the Kamikaze biker -- as we snaked our way through the back streets, shooting between and around the few cars and trucks we encountered, en route to the prearranged spot on Kanakputra Road where we would meet up with Kiran and Nishanth.

Mysore on Two Wheels

 

I felt tense; my mind racing, my adrenaline flowing. I was being assaulted by the rain as we streaked along the Bangalore-Mysore Highway at speeds up to 100-120 kilometers an hour, swerving in and out of traffic.  Our three motorcycles in a row (with two riders each), only feet apart, trailed the vehicles before us waiting for a crack of opportunity. Then without warning, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, one closely followed by the other shot through the sliver of opening as we raced towards Mysore. Had I lost my mind?  Welcome to yet another India experience.

Vagabonding - Rule #1

I had no expectations of India.  But I did have an agenda, and most importantly in doing so, forgot the first rule of travel:  never set a firm agenda.  From the moment I landed I was counting the days until I would depart. That was my first error.