Over the last few weeks I’ve been thinking more about my upcoming adventure to Argentina. Last summer I did a 3135 mile trip up to Nova Scotia by myself on my trusty ‘02 BMW 650GS, or “Beemie” as I affectionately call her.
I encountered some absolutely insane weather that made me think “what on EARTH am I doing here” such as hail and 20ft visibility fog…

There were definitely a few roads that were a bit over my helmet. But that trip, along with some minor technical difficulties, showed me I had the chops to do something a little more adventurous. I gained some motorcycle mojo. This year I decided to follow in the footsteps of my moto mentor and head to Argentina.
So why Argentina? First off, it’s the easiest place in South America for me to acquire a bike for a few weeks without having to go through the effort of buying one, renting from someone shady, or importing my own. Secondly, I’ve got good advice from people who have been and said it’s fantastic. It seems everyone in Argentina who rides knows everyone else who rides, so it’s a small sort of community. At least if I get stuck somewhere, chances are there will be someone who knows someone in the area.
Being it’s winter here in New York, I’ve been in riding withdrawal. My apartment is small, so everywhere I look there are pieces of gear. A helmet beside my chair, two armored jackets and armored pants in the closet next to my other clothes, a trunk chock full of tank bags, gloves, rain gear, boots, spare lights, tire gauges, etc. Not to mention my camping gear, books, maps, and notes. It’s torture especially on days like today when the sky is clear, the air is crisp, and I want to be anywhere but trapped inside.
I’m in that “anticipation” stage. There is nothing really for me to do. The flight was booked ages ago, along with the motorcycle. I do have a bit of worry about the height of the bike because I’m a shorty and the bike is bigger than I’m used to. I had two options on what sort of bike to get. I could rent the same bike I own and KNOW it’s going to fit right and all that. Or I could try something different, which is what I did. I chose the Honda Transalp. It’s a twin cylinder bike instead of a single, so I expect a smoother ride. It’s also a bike I wouldn’t get to try out here at home because Honda doesn’t sell them here.
In order to get pumped up about adventure moto travel, I watched The Long Way Down with my fav moto boys, Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman. Ok, maybe their second trip wasn’t nearly as hardcore as their first adventure but ahh well. I’m a little partial to the first trip because I missed them in the Gobi Desert by a freakin’ DAY. If only I could have expressed to my drunk Mongolian truck driver to “follow the big motorcycles as fast as you can!” I’d have been in heaven. Can you imagine? “Why hello Ewan and Charley! I’m just going to hide in your Touratech panniers here, don’t mind me!!!” Ok, maybe not.
So, with much anticipation, I wait and plot.