Los Angeles, CA. 5714 miles.

After our impromptu Wyatt celebration the night before, this morning felt ROUGH. My plans to go riding in the canyons all day were quickly replaced with a movie and a long nap. But Christo and I kept our promise and met up in Venice in the afternoon to get some Wyatt-inspired tattoos that he designed.

I can’t say enough about Christo and Astrid. I stayed an extra night and Astrid made yet another amazing home cooked dinner while we hung out in the back yard and talked bikes. It is mind boggling to think that I had never met these people before yesterday and now they are friends for life. I will be forever grateful for their hospitality.

So after a much needed lazy day, I get back on the road this morning and ride the last few miles of the west coast before turning east and heading into the heatwave that is gripping the Arizona desert. 117 degrees in Yuma this afternoon so I might have some short days ahead of me. Suddenly the interstate doesn’t sound so bad.

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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