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Hoka Hey 2010
My name is Mark Wilson from Wiskybilt in Albright West Virginia. I first
heard of the Hoka Hey Challenge at the Easyrider motorcycle rally in
Chillicothe Ohio, where I saw Jim and the crew stationed in the
campground.


What attracted me was the big Tepee they had there. While checking out the
Tepee, Jim proceeded to tell me about the baddest ride ever thought up. A
7,000 plus mile 2 lane ride across America and Canada, ending in Homer
Alaska. Camping with the bike the whole time was another twist that
intrigued me. Two years of waiting and some practice runs using mostly two
lane roads and camping with the bike prompted me to invent what is now
known as the Rider's Rest Hammock. A hammock like no other, it attaches to the
bike only, no trees needed. After camping on the ground and waking up to
moist or wet camping gear, and knowing that I would have to pack fast and
move on in order to make good time on the Hoka Hey, I knew I had to make
the hammock a reality. As it turned out, the hammock also kept me out of the
rocks and away from the ground crawlers.


Off to Key West I rode with a couple of friends from my home area that
were in the Hoka Hey as well. Bill "Batman" Pixler and Michael "Enigma"
Mendell shared the road south with me. We pulled out of Key West on June
20, 2010 and started the amazing ride of the Hoka Hey. What a ride, what an
adventure. The best ride I have ever experienced in all my riding days. We
hit all kinds of weather, from humid 105 degrees, rain, dry 115 degree
heat, hail, sleet, snow and bitter cold. But what beautiful landscapes and sites
we encountered.


Some of the more memorable parts of the ride were the times spent along
side fellow Hoka Hey riders. Chief Red Cloud signing my windscreen at his
house when we stopped for some sandwiches and soup. And the most spiritual
impact for me was when I was deep into the challenge and decided to
separate myself from all others for my last putt. I pulled into Haines Junction on
the edge of the Yukon at 3:30 am after a nineteen hour day of riding to
sleep. Waking up at 6:30 am and crossing the Yukon on the Alcan Hwy. This
place combined with the days of solitude on your iron horse, makes you
reflect on the significance of your own being. When you are riding across
the Yukon you don't dare take too many chances, as Chris Callen said in
his interview, there are no do over's on the Alcan. You can sense this as you
putt across the wilderness. One mistake could land you in the bushes
unable to help yourself and with little to no traffic, mother nature could just
eat you up before anyone could find you. Take that thought and at the same
time appreciate your surroundings for what God has made and what you are now
taking in with all your senses. It makes for one hell of a ride my
friends.


Twenty five hours after pulling out of Haines Junction I find myself
pulling into Homer, eleven days after the start at 7:30 am, saddened that the ride
has come to an end. The whole ride from the time I hit the Alaskan border,
I kept thinking to myself, how am I ever going to fulfill my adventurous
spirit after a ride like this....Hoka Hey 2011!!! 3/48 baby.

 

 
 

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