Going Home

We said our goodbyes to the Dakar Moto crowd. I was again reminded and sadden to be leaving these kindred spirits that have a burning desire to see the world in a way that most people find peculiar. The flight home was uneventful. That’s always a plus when you are 30 thousand feet in the air, strapped in an aluminum tube sitting on top of tons of jet fuel. Retrieving the motorcycles from the shipping company was also uneventful. We decided to take them directly to Southeast Michigan BMW for much needed maintenance and repairs…and cleaning…yes cleaning.

I’m happy to say neither motorcycle bare any indication that they have been on such an adventure except for the cracked headlight cover on my motorcycle. Maybe I will leave it for a while as my reminder of the experience.

It is good to be home. Three months is a long time to be away from my wife. And you best believe I appreciate having a relationship that allowed me to do a trip like this. I know I’m very fortunate. Phew…trip report done! at least for now. After taking a little break I’ll add some more thoughts on the trip, the motorcycles and equipment. Maybe I’ll even have the courage to figure out the total trip cost….or maybe not. Thanks for everyone’s positive comments and encouragement. It means a lot.