Dear reader,

Travelling is like an addiction to me, but one with good sides. When people speak of an addiction they say: “From bad to worse”. In my case this should be called: “Becoming ever more extreme.” Yet inner, that is certainly not a MUST, but rather a result.

Riding once very far towards the north is something I daydreamed about for years. That’s why I took the wintry rides to the North Cape and the north of Alaska. The end of the world, according to many. But is that so? In my kind of addiction, the end of the land mass is called the beginning of adventure; THERE, whereto arctic ice seduces! THERE, where a dream is to realise!

During my next challenge I want to attempt to ride a motorcycle all the way from the northernmost tip of continental United States to its southernmost tip.

“Piece of cake! That’s done so often! Anyone who is a bit of a motor biker can ride from Deadhorse in Alaska to Key West in Florida”, I hear upon this. The latter is true. But Deadhorse is only the most northern point that you can reach by public ROAD and by far isn’t the northernmost tip. That lays at Barrow and towards Barrow runs NO road! Therefore the plan is to let the trip run via the frozen Beaufort Sea, something that at my knowledge never has been done. To keep it a real motorcycle journey, I put myself some limits on. Thus like travelling the entire distance by only using the bike and my own strength, so no physical help from others. Also, I will not use a third wheel or skis to stay upright.