The recovery process is nearing for me as I travel home with Julia behind me. Michael and Dustin have wounds to lick and they have my deepest condolences. They both have critically injured scooters which will take a fair amount of money to fix. (Not to mention the cost for traveling across the east coast. As well as Michaels’ ticket violation. ) But for me, the price for adventure is a fee I would gladly pay any day.

With all of the turmoil of this trip, I’ve grown as a person, gained knowledge of the east coast culture, hung out with my adventuring brother, Dustin, met alot of interesting people in both Provincetown and Minneapolis, and I’ve gained a new friend. Though Mike and I butted heads alot, I would let him into my home any time with welcome arms!

As far as the last leg went, We had….An interesting time.

The morning of the last leg, Dustin and mike had been quite worried talking urban legends about how the last leg of the trip is the hardest because last years ended in an endless trial of carnage. But me? I had faith that the last day would end with us riding into a town that was soon to explode from our awesome arriving inside it.

We started off great with fun riding, good eats, and of course the Bean Bozzlers challenge in Baraboo, WI…. Then Michael waved. Now, you may be thinking, “‘So what? He waved. Who to? Why would a wave affect the outcome of this last leg into the finish line?” Well let me tell you. This hand attached to Michaels’ wrist, was forced by his own impulse to wave at a police officer (or Rozzers as I like to call them). The fine men in Blue took notice. In fact, enough to pull me over as well as the scooter, Shirley.

$186 fee later, we were off on a local road (The Rozzers said to keep off the interstate even though the scooter is perfectly legal ON it.) and the worst thing that could of happened, did. Shirley screamed as her engine seized and left a strip of black rubber at least 30 feet on the road. It was almost a murder scene as I flipped the support car around to see Shirley on the side of the road with Mike to the side of it. We all thought it was almost fitting as we pulled Julia off the trailer to finish the last thirty miles considering she broke down on the FIRST 30 miles into the trip.

As Dustin and Mike were excited to almost the point of tears when they saw the skyline of the twin cities. I fought through the city on Julia as she was wounded. (The throttle was stuck open thanks to a broken seal.) A brand new engine and I was forced to push her as she was the last scooter fully working. But guess what. Go on. Guess… That’s right, we made it from Minneapolis, to New York and back with at least one scooter on the road at all times. And to me, that’s a mission accomplished.