Los Angeles, CA. 5704 miles.

A dreary but short morning run through the last stretches of the PCH. There wasn’t much in the way of photo opportunities but I didn’t really care. All I wanted to do was make it to Los Angeles for Wyatt’s party. I rode into Venice right on time without a scrap of clean laundry and a full 2 week beard. He wouldn’t want it any other way. I spent the afternoon drinking micheladas while sharing amazing stories about the man, making new friends, and eating great food.

Before I left on this trip, Wyatt had made an offhanded Facebook introduction with a friend of his in LA named Christo. Maybe we would have gotten together anyway, but after getting the news a few days ago we got in touch and knew that we had to meet up. He insisted that I stay with him and his wife Astrid and their two kids Sebastian and Anika opened their home to a complete stranger all because Wyatt thought we would hit it off. He was so right and I made some new lifelong friends. Anika was so excited she asked her dad to go on her very first motorcycle ride. Just down the block and back, I think we got a new member.

It wasn’t the most impressive day as far as covering ground, but it is a day I will always remember from this trip. I had actually thought of flying back to NY for the big party Tuesday night but I knew Wyatt would have wanted me to stay on the road. It is such a testament to him that he can bring strangers together and make them family even from beyond the grave.

Today we get some Wyatt-inspired tattoos and ride up into the canyons to watch the sunset before I finally make that last left turn and head back east.

Wyatt Neumann was a phenomenally talented photographer and director, a loving husband and father, and a passionate motorcyclist. On June 11th he was doing what he loved riding in Delaware when he suffered a brain aneurysm which caused him to lose control of his motorcycle. He died shortly after. Wyatt was instrumental in both inspiring this trip and planning many of its routes and logistics. The title of this site was unapologetically stolen from his series of photographs from his own travels. He leaves behind a wife and two young children. A memorial fund has been established to help his family in this very trying time. Please consider donating. Any amount will help. Thank you.

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