This blog's for ME

Almost 25 years old, asking my parents if I can sleep in their bed with them. I had thought I was going to be the 25th Prime Minister of Canada. Things had changed. 10 years later, I was still a scared little boy. The time had come to slap myself awake. One Saturday morning, November 19th, 2009, I declared to the world I would be riding my 10 year-old motorcycle from Vancouver, BC Canada to Rio de Janeiro, Brasil, and back.

The official departure was August 28th, 2010. A group of well-wishers saw me off at 8:03 am.

I arrived in Rio de Janeiro around 6 pm March 1st, 2011.



My return to Vancouver came on July 5th, 2011 about 2:00 pm.

Drug & alcohol abuse, ADD, social anxiety, health, chronic pain, night terrors.

So many concerns. But I am far more interested in this question: Do I have the capacity to make this trip despite all my shortcomings?

My mission: To inspire myself to face my fears, enlighten myself on how all living things can peacefully co-exist, enjoy every moment, and see the world as plentiful and generous.

Go ahead. Call me crazy. Call me anything you like.

I'm out to save my world.



I LOVE YOU ALL



Questions, comments, concerns, threats? Contact me: jason.chapman99@gmail.com


MacGyverin'

Wonderful weekend in Harrison Hot Springs with Karen, Steve, Colin, Joel, Natalee, Bonnie, and Eddy. Camping was followed by a World Cup Final session that saw Spain pull out a 1-0 win, which we watched with Bonnie's family in Chilliwack.
The bike was parked outside Lora's house all day, and when I got back on around 6 pm, I noticed it wouldn't run unless the choke was on. I thought it would work itself out, like a cold engine, but by the time I was on Vedder Street, I knew something was wrong. This was the 2nd time my bike had broke down in Chilliwack. I also knew the street was littered with gas stations, so I pulled over and saw the problem. The end of a small 1/4" hose seemed to be flayling about on it's own, and a valve stem seemed also to be missing it's mate. When I put the hose on the stem, voila problem fixed. Problem was Chevron had nothing to attach the hose, so Plan B. Canadian Tire! Closed at 6:30. I looked around the parking lot, and found a string, which I thought was the best I could do. I made a tourniquet on the one end, and put the end of the hose through it. As I placed it over the stem, I tied it tight, and tied the other end to a bar. Problem fixed, and my confidence soared. I did it on my own. Note to self: bring a bunch of Macgyver stuff on the trip.

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