A few people have asked me to do this RR so I’ll do my best but please bear with me, I’m not particularly computer literate.
At the end of August 2022 my wife (A) and I (D) flew ourselves and our bikes from Paris to Montreal. With no real time limit but a finite amount of money and a poor track record for abstinence we headed south. We had no ‘must sees’, nothing booked just a few ideas and a love of motorcycle travel.
We set off from Montreal on the 1st September, stopping for lunch in the shadow of Norte-Dame. We cruised through the Canadian countryside and stopped near the US border, finding a nice hotel owned by an indigenous family.
Next morning we crossed the border into Vermont on the 141 - It was easy enough, although I’m glad to say, the border guard stepped up to the plate and fulfilled his stereotype superbly by shouting so loudly at the car in front, for crossing the line by 2 inches, it must have carried for 10 miles. Needless to say I stopped well short of the line.
A was on a 411 Himalayan and we wanted it to last so we decided to ride light and slow. With this in mind we spent the next few days pottering along small roads through Vermont, Maine and New Hampshire (whose official motto is ‘Live free or die’ and written on all their number plates - something like ‘The garden state’ would have been a little more reassuring.
At the end of August 2022 my wife (A) and I (D) flew ourselves and our bikes from Paris to Montreal. With no real time limit but a finite amount of money and a poor track record for abstinence we headed south. We had no ‘must sees’, nothing booked just a few ideas and a love of motorcycle travel.
We set off from Montreal on the 1st September, stopping for lunch in the shadow of Norte-Dame. We cruised through the Canadian countryside and stopped near the US border, finding a nice hotel owned by an indigenous family.
Next morning we crossed the border into Vermont on the 141 - It was easy enough, although I’m glad to say, the border guard stepped up to the plate and fulfilled his stereotype superbly by shouting so loudly at the car in front, for crossing the line by 2 inches, it must have carried for 10 miles. Needless to say I stopped well short of the line.
A was on a 411 Himalayan and we wanted it to last so we decided to ride light and slow. With this in mind we spent the next few days pottering along small roads through Vermont, Maine and New Hampshire (whose official motto is ‘Live free or die’ and written on all their number plates - something like ‘The garden state’ would have been a little more reassuring.













































