Water is entering the top of my Alpinestars Alpha Touring boot as the entire left side of my body is being introduced to the cool refreshing waters of Pond Brook. The trusty Kawasaki KLR is getting a much needed (yet unexpected) rinse—the victim of an underwater obstacle and an unsure pilot. Quick, where’s the kill switch?
As long distance riders, we revel in exploring the nooks and crannies and thinly settled corners of the planet. But at some time or another, many of us have reached the literal end of the road, a place where the tarmac turns to dirt. With our street bikes and tires we are forced to execute clumsy U-turns. I’ve often wondered what lies beyond.