Alex Gvojics shots of the Country Mile

Alex made the Mile this year for his first time around and also proved everybody wrong by being the first and only British bike to ever make the Mile from start to finish. Hats off to you pal and thanks for the pics and the smoldering tomahawk.

Easy on the eyes......

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Later Brad

Brad has been staying in Chicago for the last couple of weeks but it's time for him to carry on. He sold his home in Louisville and everything he owned to take on a life on the road for a bit. He's heading out to Denver in the morning. Be safe pal.
Brad's been having friends from all over the country sign his tank on his way through so naturally Mitch had to give him a Chicago memory.
Trying to win the old 6 saltines in less than a minute challenge while Eugene watches the clock.
After the Country Mile Brad decided he needed a little more comfort for the long hauls ahead and made some changes during his stay. Eugenes trying it on for size.
Love the K model drum brake.
Unfortunately Brad I think this is just the beginning of questionable weather in your future. Good luck friend, Be wise and we'll see you next summer.

Finger tips to collar bones

Took the alleys home tonight as usual in order to avoid the drunk and beligerent packs of gathering hyenas. The alleys are where the desperate and nauseated thrive out of pure desperation and this is where situations arise. There is a sense of survival of the fittest among those that truly own this town versus those that exist here. The Marlboro pulls harder and the urine smells stronger, this is reality.

I ended up at another 4 am bar with a couple of pals catching up on old times and finding out what the night still holds for a couple of slightly worn yet still charmed men. The Sam Cooke songs rang through the bar with memories of mom n pop telling stories of growing up in Detroit when a young lady pulled up to order a drink with the confidence of a battleship. I slowly dragged my head over my shoulder out of curiosity of this raspy voice only to find a perfect hand leading to the thin and delicate arm of an innocent young woman with a smile that could end a war. The kind of arm that instantly signifies a trim ankle with sticks to match. A Sox cap covering a head of sandy blonde hair tethered together in a precisely worn braid. One tooth out of place and no idea how she is ruining every man plastered in their stools. We take up in small talk of Sox vs. Tigers baseball that leads to soft squeezes of the forearm and heavy laughter followed by eye contact that lasts too long.

She's from the deep south side of Chicago, deep enough to not give a fuck about what happening neighborhood you live in or what kind of hustle you can feed her. She's having fun right now that's all she cares about because she's more real than you and she knows the secret to life without knowing it. Everything is natural, no intimidation, no unecessary sweating just easy fun with one of the most natural creatures you've ever been graced with. She starts singing along to the hits coming from the box on the wall further blowing your mind with knowledge of B sides that only your father should know. Every smile with the crooked tooth breaks you down further and further until you feel limp with awe. Smokey Robinson hits the air while one of her hands falls on your knee while the other presses lightly to her chest. Her eyes close while her head tilts back as though this song has given her the deepest breathe she has ever taken.

Choose your own adventure. Turn to page 156 if you decide to take a train deep south or page 78 if you push too hard and leave yourself typing on your computer. Just remember, nothing lasts forever.



/;Picture is of my favorite item for sale at the Davenport swap meet.

Tony Bag 'o' Donuts sums it up

Go to the donuthole and get a great perspective of a first timers run on the mile. He sums it up beautifully through his stories and photos in a day by day tour of sorts. Tony is about as good as it gets when it comes to humans and it was an honor to have him on The Mile.

wheels on weed

Country Mile III

There are only a few runs/events that I really look forward every year and the Country Mile is number one on my list. No bullshit..... just a great group of friends ready for anything that steps in their path. No attitude just great spirits and great bikes. There's never a plan... the only plan is to make it around Lake Michigan..... what happens in between goes down in history. I was very pleased with the way my bike ran. I had very minor problems beside burning through 17 quarts of oil, adjusting points and losing an exhaust pipe rolling out of the gas station after my temporary mount broke. Everything was perfect.... the roads, the weather and the guys that were a part of it. By the end of my trip I put on about 1700 miles and used 26 quarts of oil. I can't wait to tear it apart this winter and make everything perfect.





The geese flew south as we pressed north




OOPS




Freedom



Eugene




Dirt riding is my favorite



Mushroom laced blunts



Tony Bag O Donuts



Wolf Lake



Every 70 miles



Alex monkeying around



Killing time on some curvy back roads



Warren Bouncing



I'm sorry group "B" that you had to miss this....... but it was the most amazing part of the whole trip. The sign said dead end so we took it. Parked our front tires in the water and took in the beautiful sunset.




Joe and Mitch indulged in some fresh Lake Michigan water



We found this little nook down some dirt rode and set up camp



"Johnny (Yard Sale) Ratchet"



Mackinaw Bridge



Cody parting sea's






Rob and Brad paused on the beach





JR



Watching over us



Eugenius




I hopped on the back of Freedom's bike for a second to see what it was all about.



Southbound








A dream that came to real life




Mitch Crystals eating sunsets



Brad tightening up his bike before hit'n the last leg of the trip



Brian and Alex