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


Locals

I knew I just had to put myself out there. Van, Joe, and Linda were enormously helpful. Google maps show a massive detour to my destination: south to Reno, then North to Gerlach. A 3 hour diversion, and the only possible way. A secondary road shows up, and is simply labelled 'unpaved'. If you have ever ridden a motorcycle on gravel roads, you know it is not an easy way to travel. When asked about this road, Van sardonically mentions "There's locals who have lived here for years and years, and they say never take that road with a motorbike." Sounds like my kind of experience. He began describing the route, and with Linda's help, shared a better way that goes past a park (the only green space in Winnemucca), then winds past a lake, and underneath I-80. "You know what?" Van said. "Go down to Mike's MineShaft Bar. He's been a burner for years, and he'll know exactly the way to get there." "It will probably be awhile before it's open, though," I replied. "No way," Van retorted. "It's open 24 hours a day."

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