
The big ride is over, so naturally it’s time for a “relaxing” motorcycle holiday down the Oregon coast — a light aircraft, a mutiny in the cockpit, and a sulk only beer could fix.

Back to the small town that broke them on a tandem bicycle eleven years ago — and the one lesson that’s carried every trip since: just keep moving.

A cryptic “progress by movie character” photo — Susan’s idea of a fair riddle after the last one was, by her own admission, far too easy.

Wally and Susan, back in a small British Columbia town whose name gets the guess-the-location treatment — you’ll know it when you see it.

Yellow dot: Panama City. Blue dot: Anchorage. Yellow star: Vancouver — the end, my friend. The map that shows how far this thing has actually gone.

2,250 miles from Calgary to Anchorage in ten days flat — wildfire closures, gravel Susan despises, and grizzlies who own the road.

North from Calgary along the Icefields Parkway, retracing a route they cycled in the opposite direction back in 2014 — a reunion with the road that’s aged rather better than the riders.

Two days among geysers, bison and technicolour hot springs, before word that the road north is on fire — again.