Colaborador retoma aventura nas américas

Depois de um período de descanso com a família, no Canadá, o colaborador de MotoMovimento John Nomad retomou a viagem de moto por todos os continentes do planeta para arrecadar fundos para a construção de uma academia de ginástica para crianças carentes da Zâmbia, na África. Acompanhe a passagem do aventureiro pelos Estados Unidos. Ele está agora para o México.

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Por: John Nomad

The time of rest is over… After spending few weeks with my family in Montreal, it was time for me to head on the road again. Winter is approaching Canada fast and I didn’t want to be caught in the Great lakes region when the snow starts so, in a sunny day at the end of September I left Montreal heading South to New York state.
I was apprehensive about crossing the border into US because I haven’t been to America in few years and now I was coming on a bike registered in Africa and alone. As I came into the US Immigration booth, the officer look at my passport and when he found out I was coming from Africa, he called few of his fellow officers and they all became very curious about my trip. They gave me no problems whatsoever, but were inquisitive about my itinerary from Africa and my adventures. They told me they have never seen an African bike making it into US before, which made me quite proud of my Namibian, beautiful bike!

I decided to head straight West from New York, through Pennsylvania, Indiana, Ohio, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, towards the Rockies. The Mid-US states were kind of flat and uninteresting, but as I approached Denver, the landscape became increasingly beautiful and exciting. The Rocky Mountains were looming ahead and I felt like the settlers of Old going West in search of adventure.

A day before I arrived in Denver I heard a clanking sound at the rear wheel and I got worried I screwed up something there. As I stopped for the night, I noticed that the shield for the shaft was cracked and a piece of metal was sticking out. I was sure this was the cause of the sound and I removed the shield. In the morning, however, the sound was still there. I rode to Denver in slow speed and I pulled into the Yamaha dealer. When the mechanic came out he moved the rear wheel and immediately he realized that it was my wheel bearings and took the bike in for service.

Once fixd, the bike ran smoothly again and she was purring happy across the Colorado Rockies, not even noticing the increase in altitude. I camped wild that night in the mountains, on the shore of a lake and it felt good to be in the wild again, but it was so cold I hardly slept that night. In the morning the tent and the bike were covered in ice and the thermometer showed -4 degrees Celsius. I packed my stuff while shaking like a leaf. I was heading to Moab, Utah to see the Arches National Park, but before I reached there, I had to cross the Rockies through the Independence Pass, 4000 m high. It was the coldest day of my entire riding to date, even colder than Norway and when I arrived in Aspen, Colorado I was stiff as a board. By contrast, 1 hour later when I reached Utah, it was 28 degrees outside!

From here on, even though I rode through beautiful scenery, like Arches, Monuments Valley in Arizona and eventually Grand Canyon Park, my mental state was not right: I received some bad news from home and I also felt more alone than ever before. I knew that in an expedition like this you will have low moments, but mine came all together and from different angles and caught me unprepared. This made the rest of the ride to Las Vegas and California seem more like a chore than a pleasure and serious doubts haunted me for days. I struggled with the idea of quitting and returning home in Canada and forget about everything.

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+ Colaborador: paixão pela África

I stopped in Malibu, California in camp by the sea and for three days I debated whether I should go on or not. There were more cons than pros… However, somehow I pushed myself to continue in spite of myself and my insecurities and forced myself to finish this expedition. I have come now 51.000 km from Africa to this point and I have 25.000 more to go. It seemed that these last ones would be harder to manage…

I left that Sunday morning to the South, towards San Diego, stopping first at a major biker hotspot in the mountains, called the Rock Store. It was a great start to my journey to the South; hundreds of bikers meet here because of the beautiful Canyon ride that leads to this Café. When the bikers saw me, they were very friendly and interested in my journey from Africa and I got to know a few of them.

I then rode towards San Diego and then Yuma Arizona from where I decided to enter Mexico.

America was a swift affair, but I loved riding my bike from the East to the West. I have been to US many times, I traveled to all states except Alaska, but now I saw America on my bike and this, for me, is a big milestone.

-Imagens: divulgação/John Nomad-

Um comentário em “Colaborador retoma aventura nas américas

  1. É Deus te proporcionando fazer esta bela viagem, deslumbrando das Suas maravilhas. Tenho esta tua linhagem, espírito aventureiro e o bem para a sociedade, com instituição para cuidar de idosos com qualidade de vida. Deus é amor, e somos o próprio amor de Deus!

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