Impromptu Cross Country Philly - Philipsburg

Yesterday I flew to Philadelphia, for a wedding and to visit family. I have been looking for a Harley Davidson Sportster for a while but had just not found a good enough deal. While sitting in the Denver airport, I was 'craigslisting' for pre '03 sportsters and found a few decent looking deals. 24 hours later, I'm now the owner of a real american motorcycle. There is a first time for everything.

Although I've worked on many a Harley, the inefficiency, constant leaks, insane vibration and generally high price always put me off owning one. BUT the way they sound with their firing time is unexplainably beautiful.

I could write about the call of the road and how long distance motorcycle trips can change one's life and about all the quasi-spiritual (and real spiritual) experiences one can have during one.

All valid.

At the end of the day, riding motorcycles is one of the most fun things to do and best ways to see the country. So, in a few days I will set off on a mile crunching mission from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania to Philipsburg, Montana, a roughly 2400 mile journey. The bike is not comfortable, has a tiny gas tank, I will more than likely be ill-equipped in terms of tools and gear and my budget is already blown. Sounds like my kind of moto trip...

1987 Harley Davidson Sportster XLH 1100

2400 miles

4 days