Mod has told you lots about the ride but he hasn’t mentioned that it seems to have taken the role of being a rite of passage to motorcycling manhood for some. When we had finished the slippery mud bath back to Fairbanks and water blasted the bikes so we could recognise them — to the motel […]

The triple glazed insulation of the Deadhorse pre-fab meant that the impact of walking outside into below freezing temps was fairly dramatic. Finding gas wasn’t as easy as it should be at America’s largest oilfield, then we had to find a workshop to properly bead the tyre on Gareth’s bike, following a series of flats […]

The weather gods smiled on us for the run up to Prudhoe. What could have been four days of pure hell, instead were three days of pleasantly challenging riding and one toughie. We were prepared for toughness, what we weren’t prepared for was the gobsmacking beauty of the place. The ride up to Atigun pass […]

In 1991 Kurt penned a song called “Territorial pissings” – it appeared as the 7th track on Nirvana’s anthemic Album “Never Mind’ and gives an alien like perspective on man’s propensity to want to mark his territory by taking symbolic journeys. Over the last few weeks as we’ve pushed North and the torrent of Harley’s […]

The bikes, the accents and the maps on the panniers make for easy icebreakers with locals along the way. Not that kids need icebreakers – they just bowl up and ask questions or fix us with big smiles. We’re delighted with the directness of their contact and the opportunity to see our trip through their […]

The long and winding (sometimes straight, very straight) road of the 2006 worldbybike team continues, we have helmet’s full of memories, places we’ve been and people we’ve met. Without exception people have been wonderful, warm, friendly and helpful, the world wide camaraderie that exists between bikers has been strongly evident with much interest shown in […]

There are strange things done ‘neath the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold. The arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold. The northern lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see, Was that night on the marge of Lake LeBarge When I […]

  A pretty restored gold rush town, nestled at the junction of the Klondike and yukon Rivers. WE nearly froze getting here and then the sun came out and I was still basking in a rude state behind glass at 11pm. We are just beyond the 64th parallel and this settlement of 1000 perminant residents […]

A savagely cold and wet ride 570 ks up the Klondike yesterday to Dawson City, home of the Koondyke Gold Rush. That is when the sun didn’t come out – talk about changable! So there we were last night sitting in a bar in Dawson swapping road stories with a bloke called Fred who’d pilotted […]

  Coming from NZ, it’s difficult to appreciate just how bleak the climate of the northern parts of Canada and Alaska must get. We’re here in the Yukon in their summer and yet fell the chill each time we walk out, even with one or two layers of Icebreaker on. Meanwhile the locals saunter around […]