​Are goals just imaginary? Do we set them to give ourselves a sense of purpose? Do we set them to justify to others our sense of purpose? I mean really, what’s the difference between the guy who set a goal to champion the world, and the guy who set no goals and they both achieved them. They are just as likely to end up with the same dog pissing on their tombstone.

​Have you ever wondered how long it takes to get to Machu Picchu by motorcycle, well according to my GPS, about fourteen months! I know, I know, all the slackers use regular plane service, but that whole process seemed a little hum-drum to me. I also enjoy the leg room of the motorbike a bit more than that of a 747. This particular part of the adventure had its ups, about 15,000ft, and its downs, like the little incident when four people needed to haul an upside-down bike out of a cement ditch. Nothing a little string and adjustments to ones riding style couldn’t fix. In the end, it was just like the photos you see online. A hidden wonder, reveling itself as it pleases and built to mystify the ages. There are however, a few things I wouldn’t do again...