Canada to Argentina Motorcycle Tour
John Wellburn
March 23, 2011
story and photography by John Wellburn Dear Rider magazine, On November 22, 2003, I left my hometown of Williams Lake, British Columbia, with no more than a desire to get away from the winter cold and see and do as much as possible along the way. For six months I rode through the United States, down... Read more »
Moose Ride: Motorcycle Touring from Vermont to New Hampshire to Canada
Dan Bisbee
February 4, 2009
story and photography by Dan Bisbee [Moose Ride: Motorcycle Touring from Vermont to Canada was originally published as a Favorite Ride in the March 2009 issue of Rider magazine] The moose is North America’s largest mammal, and an estimated 7,000 of them call New Hampshire home. They are magnificent... Read more »
Wolfe Island and other island pleasures: Motorcycle Travel in New York and Canada
Steve Side
April 17, 2008
Sunday is my favorite day of the week because Sunday is the day my wife and I get the Harley out, polish it up, and go for a leisurely cruise. Living where we do in the Thousand Islands region of Northern New York State, we are afforded ample opportunities to explore many wonderful places—most of which... Read more »
Sea Fever
Rider Magazine
February 8, 2005
The phone rings Friday morning. Hardly ever a good thing. Not this time. It’s friend Paul down there in Redding. He wants to show us Highway 36. I don’t need reasons to ride but I know Highway 36 ends up at Humboldt Bay, and I’d been dreaming of seagulls wheeling in the surf mist and cherrystone... Read more »
Motorcycle Travel in Vancouver, British Columbia and the Sunshine Coast
Jerry Smith
November 16, 2004
I’ve lived in the Pacific Northwest long enough to know that if you call a place up here “the sunshine” anything, you’re asking for trouble. I had my doubts about British Columbia’s Sunshine Coast, given how much it rains in the upper left corner of North America, but enough people told me... Read more »
The Nature of Nova Scotia, Canada
Scott A. Williams
June 29, 2004
“Just go,” Sheila told me. It was my 40th birthday. “Ride, explore, think. Take a week, maybe more. Call once in a while and tell me where you are.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. (Sorry, she’s mine. Her sister’s married, too.) I’ve been “just going” since I was a kid, and Sheila... Read more »
