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    Around the world on a GS850G for a cause

    Name: Chris Sorbi
    DOB: Sep, 17, 81
    www.motorcyclememoir.com
    What you see on this website is the collection of my journals, photos, videos and reports of my everyday life, riding a classic Suzuki motorcycle around the world. The expedition started in Helena, Montana. From there I rode to Canada before turning south toward Latin America. I will be traversing 6 continents, 200 countries and territories, 24 time zones and 130º of latitude. I am working with both non-profit and non-governmental organizations all along the way, raising awareness and funds for ‘world hunger’, while humbly trying to make a difference, however small it may be.
    Home is both “here” and “there” or somewhere in between. Sometimes it is “nowhere”. For me, the border is no longer at any fixed geopolitical site. I carry the border with me and find new borders wherever I go. I believe in a race-less and borderless world. Being black, white, yellow or purple does not define us. We only get one life and one ride, so lets leave our differences behind and enjoy this train before it has passed. It is just a ride and we can change it any time, it is only a choice, between “now” or “never”.
    Imagine all the money spent on nuclear weapons and meaningless wars each year, all the embargoes and sanctions imposed upon innocent people – trillions of dollars. If we spent that money feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, not one soul excluded, it would pay for itself many times over. We could explore our globe together, forever in peace.
    Lets not forget that my opinions are just like everyone else’s. They are all personal evaluations of certain situations in a given time. Scratch every opinion and underneath it, you will find a human being, trying to defy and justify his own existence. What follows is the account of my struggle: first-hand, unbiased, and uncensored.

    The Iron horse

    For full list of modifications and more photos, visit: www.motorcyclememoir.com/motorcycle


    Last edited by Guest; 08-24-2011, 11:49 AM.

    #2

    The desire to ride a motorcycle across the planet is simple enough, for the adventurous types, but the driving force behind this expedition is one that has been in my mind for a very long time. To be frank, I am tired of watching five-star hotels on the Travel Channel, when there is a slum less than a mile away, and no one seems to notice nor care. I am sick and tired of seeing tourists throwing their money at multi-million dollar enterprises that do not have the slightest sense of decency to spend even the smallest portion of those dollars on natives of that land. I am tired of the media portraying countries and its people as objects rather than human beings. Moreover, I have had enough of over-fed, over-paid, and over-indulged politicians running their elaborate “humanitarian-to-be” campaigns on public funds, and when they do take office, these same “causes” are not mentioned again until the next election.
    There are injustices being done on every corner of this planet, but none comes close to the genocide that is being committed against poorest of the poor: imposed hunger. Poverty has many causes, but only one definition: “Deprivation of essential chattels that others take for granted.” The measurement of impoverishment is selective on most aspects, but at the extreme end of the spectrum, it is absolute: starvation.
    Half the population of the earth is suffering from hunger. Although our planet produces twice the amount of food needed to feed its population, we still have a crisis in every developing, and under-developed countries. As a result of starvation, one person dies each second, 4,000 every hour - 100,000 each day – 36 million per year – 58% of all deaths. Of those numbers, every five seconds a child under the age of five dies of starvation. 700 every hour – 16,000 each day – 6 million per year – 60% of all child deaths .
    In the year 2003 – 10.6 million children died of malnourishment. This is equal to the child population of Germany, Greece, France and Italy combined. These are just the mortality figures. To cap it off, in 2005, the wealthiest 20% of the world accounted for 76.6% of total private consumption; the poorest fifth, just 1.5%. Approximately 790 million people in the developing world are still chronically undernourished. Almost two thirds of whom reside in Asia and the Pacific.
    Pages of facts and statistics have been written on poverty, but it does not matter. I have no interest in collecting data. I am exposing this information to those who are unaware, or sadly, are aware, but do nothing. There are hundreds of organizations working on this issue, and most are doing a splendid job of it, but my approach is more unorthodox: door-to-door; town-to-town; country-to-country.
    My mission is to inform people of this matter, to deliver the message, to show that together we can make a difference. I am holding a fundraiser in every participating city, slide show in every town, and have no shame begging on every street corner so long as it may add a few more minutes to someone’s life.
    Oh if a man tried
    To take his time on Earth
    And prove before he died
    What one man’s life could be worth
    I wonder what would happen to this world… Harry Chapin

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      #3
      Preparation: Vaccination and Immunization


      Entry into many countries require certain immunization and preventive measures against diseases such as Hep A, Hep B, Malaria and Yellow Fever. International certificate of vaccination or prophylaxis is a mandatory piece of document to have in hand for border crossing. It must be complete and accurate in detail, or the traveler may be detained at international ports of entry.
      I have never imagined that I would volunteer myself to be stabbed with needles full of viruses but it had to be done. Couple of days of soreness and agony later, I am now vaccinated against: Measles, Mumps, Rubella, Tetanus, Diphtheria, Pertussis, Polio, Typhoid, Yellow Fever, HEP A and HEP B.
      My medical kit contains:
       Antibiotics: Amoxicillin, Ciprofloxacin
       Diarrhea medication: Acetazolamid, Diphen/Atrop
       Motion sickness: Promethazine
       Pain medication: Hydrocodone
       Malaria medication: Mefloquine
       Acute mountain sickness: Dexamethasone (Injection)
       Allergy Medication: Benadryl
      The kit also includes insect bite medication, burn ointment, fever reducers, gauze, suture, tape, Band-Aids, disinfectant solution, Quickclot, blister kit,…

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        #4
        Aug, 8th. Motorcycle Safety Course

        When I decided to take the motorcycle rider course, I was very much in denial on how it could further improve my riding. 15 hours of riding a Kawasaki Super Sherpa around loops under unbelievably knowledgeable instructors, Ken Conrad and Udell Sharp changed that all.
        The first day started rather boring with couple hours of classroom lecture and 2 hours of walking the motorcycle around without even firing it up. Around 1 pm we were off to lunch and upon return the real deal started. From that point it was probably the most fun I had practicing useful techniques and was instructed after each run on how to make it better.
        The second day was the most intense and we rode for 7 hours until we completed our riding test and written exam. Those of us who passed the course were awarded with a certification of completion. I strongly recommend taking this course no matter how experienced you are. There is much to be gained and I am a living example of it.
        I should like to thank the Montana Motorcycle Rider Safety for sponsoring this expedition and giving me an opportunity to take a vantage of this masterful step by step instruction. I would also like to thank Ken Conrad for offering me a spot in his class and for his wonderful advices and suggestions. He is a top-notch rider and a caring teacher. Thank you ken.


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          #5
          Aug, 16th. Wet and wild

          Many doubts rushed through my mind when I watched Bill Ryder ride away. I asked myself this question as I rode the opposite direction toward Whitefish, MT. “What the hell am I doing?” My doubts were not of my own abilities, they were of the uncertainty of following years. Going around a world on a motorcycle is not a walk in a park let alone taking on a global issue such as World Hunger.
          The night before the expedition started, the bike broke down yet one more time. This time the regulator/rectifier went bad as they are prone to do so at the most inconvenient time. I called up Bill Ryder and he rode his Kawasaki from the other side of the town in rain to come to my rescue with a unit off of a Honda. Tom Blankenship offered his garage and we worked on it until it was running again. I went back home and started gathering my stuff till I passed out. At 7 am the alarm went off and I kept on packing but it was a race against the clock. I had to be at the capitol building for the send off at 10 am and had no time to actually fit everything in the boxes so I shoved them in as best as I could and headed to the capitol.
          It was an emotional time to see the people I cared for all standing and waiting to see me off. If there is one thing that I hate the most, it has to be saying goodbye. Hugging everyone, kissing the good looking ones and off I went with 4 motorcycles in tow. We rode out of town towards McDonald Pass and I cursed at the wind every second. It blew at 40 mph constantly and my motorcycle having an aerodynamics of a brick, trashed about with every gust and I held for dear life. I said my goodbyes to Lonnie and the rest of the Harley gang and headed west toward Avon with Bill Ryder for lunch. The cafe at Avon was the last familiar place and Bills the last familiar face.
          I have to admit, I do not like riding in rain. High wind and wet roads are nerve wrecking to say the least but I had to press on towards whitefish to meet up with Pam Gerwe to visit her farm. I got rained on every mile of the way but my rain gear held up. I stopped a few times to clean my goggles but it went smoothly the rest of the way. With all the gear, I am still getting around 43 mpg which is pretty good considering the wind and mountain passes. At 6 pm I arrived in Kalispell and went to a coffee shop so I can check my emails and get Pam’s phone number out of my laptop. I called Pam and arrived at her farm, the “Purple Frog Gardens” at 6:30pm.
          Pam Gerwe is a small organic farm owner, alternative energy activist and a very bright person. She read my article in the newspaper and emailed me and offered a tour of her farm. We all gathered up in “Commons House” with other farm workers and had a hearty dinner of vegetables from the garden. We stayed up late into the night and discussed the world hunger and I immensely enjoyed our conversations. I pitched my tent in the yard and crawled into my sleeping and before I knew it the sun was coming up.
          I spent most of the next day re-organizing the boxes on the bike and had to send back some clothes and extra gear that were unnecessary. Now I can fit everything in the boxes and nicely close the lids. In the afternoon I called the progressive insurance and got the bike insured for Canada. I am meeting some business owners in town tomorrow and possibly a newspaper interview and will head towards Glacier National Park late afternoon.
          The start was hectic and could have been more organized but it all worked out. I am more prepared after my whitefish stop and the forecast is in favor. Till next time…. O. Christopher Sorbi


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            #6
            Aug, 17th. Hungry Horse

            I kept opening my eyes and expecting to see the sun come out but had to give up after 3 hours. Gray skies and a wet tent was not what I exactly hoping for, but it strengthened my lifelong suspicion that when it comes down to predicting the weather, a monkey does a better job than a meteorologist.
            I packed up the tent and took a shower in the Commons House and started packing my stuff. I think now that I have less stuff with me, it takes longer to pack the bike. Hope I get better at this soon or I have to wake up 2 hours early just to get ready.
            Around noon, two of Pam’s friends came over and we talked for a good while, had a bowl of chili, said my goodbyes to everyone and headed toward town. I stopped at the Whitefish Pilot, the local newspaper and had an interview that will be published next Thursday.
            I headed toward Colombia Falls and mailed out some unwanted documents back home, then searched the whole town for ear pieces for my MP3 player but no luck. I called up Joe and asked him to buy me a set and send it out with Kyle as there is no big town between Colombia falls and Canada.
            I started looking for a camping spot and decided to go to Hungry Horse. Hungry Horse is the Montana’s highest and the eleventh largest concrete dam in the U.S. It is built on the south fork of the Flathead River and is the gate to the Flathead national forest. Water is crystal clear and the dam filled up a gigantic canyon with walls over 1000 feet high. It’s a vey scenic drive so I took lots of pictures and finally found a turn out in the road for what seemed to be a perfect spot. The dirt road took me to a beautiful river front spot and before I knew it, I was too close and my front wheel started to sink deeper and deeper. No matter how hard I tried I could not steer the bike out of soft ground and had to stop 2 inches from the water. With not a sole around and no way of getting out, I started walking back the mile or so to the road to get some help. After standing for what seemed to be an eternity, a white SUV came out of the curve and I literally threw myself in the middle of road to stop it. The truck came to stop and they followed me back to the crime scene but they never offered me a ride. I suppose if you’re stupid enough to get that close to the water, you deserve the walk of shame. Lots of pulling and shoving from my two helpers got the heavy beast moving again and I parked it on a high ground this time and in the direction of the road.
            After pitching the tent and gathering some wet drift wood, I now got a fire going with a meat stew cooking on the coals as I’m writing these blurbs. A little bit of fishing later and cup of tea should cap off this gray and still wet day. Looking forward to see the sun one of these days…


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              #7
              Aug, 18th. Glacier National Park

              The sun, the rainbow, the warmth! They must have replaced that no good weatherman with a monkey. So god does listen to me!
              As it turned out, Kyle is not coming to glacier after all, but I still needed my tent and stuff. He shipped them overnight to Babb and I will pick them up on my way tomorrow. I was looking forward to see him in glacier but things didn’t work out as planned.
              I stopped at a motel to ask if I could use their internet. While I was in line, I saw a couple asking for the same thing and got a no as an answer so I put on my disaster face and told the owner my bike has broken down and I needed to order some parts online. He hesitated a bit but then agreed to 5 minutes of wireless use. The old man was cranky and checked on me a million times to see if I’m really ordering parts so I updated the website as fast as I could and got the hell out of there.
              I started for the Glacier National Park rather late since I was expecting to meet Kyle in Hungry Horse around 3pm but the road was clear and the park seemed pretty much deserted so I roamed the twisties at 50mph in full sunshine, stopping to take in the breathtaking views at every opportunity.
              I met a nice couple from Minnesota and chatted with them for a while then started to look for a camping spot. I stopped at St. Mary’s campground but found every spot already filled. After circling around a few times, I found an empty spot but the ticket said reserved till August 20th. There was no car or tent around so I lurked around a bit longer and decided that I am going to poach it no matter what. I was hungry, tired and running low on gas so I wasn’t about to go back the 20 or so miles to the last campground.
              I made dinner and ate some cookies and since no one showed up, I officially pitched my tent and claimed the campground. I’m leaving tomorrow morning pretty early so I’m sure no one is going to care.
              It is beautiful here and the mountains are majestic. Got a healthy fire going and typing my diaries, couldn’t ask for a better day. Next stop: Canada.


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                  #9
                  I'm heading for the Arctic Circle in two days. I'm in Calgary right now so one more update before i head north. For better pictures or full stories go www.motorcyclememoir.com . If someone wants to ride out to Inuvic let me know, lots of dirt road and a great view. I'm comming back from BC so you Canadians let me know.
                  Last edited by Guest; 08-20-2009, 01:34 AM.

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                    #10
                    All I can say is

                    WOW!

                    Keep your GS diary coming
                    1978 GS 1000 (since new)
                    1979 GS 1000 (The Fridge, superbike replica project)
                    1978 GS 1000 (parts)
                    1981 GS 850 (anyone want a project?)
                    1981 GPZ 550 (backroad screamer)
                    1970 450 Mk IIID (THUMP!)
                    2007 DRz 400S
                    1999 ATK 490ES
                    1994 DR 350SES

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                      #11
                      I'm very very very very jealous

                      Got any build details on those front boxes? Interesting. Do your rear boxes bolt direct to the frame? Are they Touratech or something?

                      Dan
                      1980 GS1000G - Sold
                      1978 GS1000E - Finished!
                      1980 GS550E - Fixed & given to a friend
                      1983 GS750ES Special - Sold
                      2009 KLR 650 - Sold - gone to TX!
                      1982 GS1100G - Rebuilt and finished. - Sold
                      2009 TE610 - Dual Sporting around dreaming of Dakar.....

                      www.parasiticsanalytics.com

                      TWINPOT BRAKE UPGRADE LINKY: http://www.thegsresources.com/_forum...e-on-78-Skunk/

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                        #12
                        The boxes are Studebaker. They run around $300 if you can find them in stock. They bolt to the custom frame that we built for them. Very strong and stable.
                        The front racks are from Wal-Mart. $16 bike back rack in bike section.they fit perfectly around my crash bar and i cross drilled them so they won't move at all. The front boxes are ammo cans that you can find everywhere.
                        All boxes have the same lock and one key to open them all. I will take some close-up pictures soon.

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                          #13
                          So glad you chose our site to post your adventure!

                          You sure packed up your bike, boxes bolted on every where!
                          Your's will be the story to read for some time.
                          Best of luck Laddie!
                          Bill
                          "Only fe' collected the old way, has any value." from His Majesty O'Keefe (1954 film)
                          1982 GS1100G- road bike, body, seat and suspension modded
                          1990 GSX750F-(1127cc '92 GSXR engine) track bike, much re-engineered
                          1987 Honda CBR600F Hurricane; hooligan bike, restored

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                            #14
                            Here are some shots from the front racks and back rack.

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                              #15
                              Subscribed!!!!
                              McLoud
                              '79 GS850
                              `98 GSF1200 Bandit
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