BY LIV SEURING I didn’t know much about motorcycle riding Vietnam when my boyfriend and I left the airport in Ho Chi Minh City in December 2015 for a four week vacation. I had been to Thailand once and loved it, but Vietnam seemed different
BY ELISA WIRKALA On a fortuitous night at a Seattle motorcycle event in 2012, my perception of riding took a sudden, life-altering shift.
In the second part of this two-part Travel Psychology podcast series, author of Ubuntu and world traveler Heather Ellis talks with Jacqui Kennedy of Postie Notes and Women ADV Riders Contributing Editor Elisa Wirkala as they discuss travel psychology and life on the road: When things take a
Early in 2017, Kerri found herself in the ER due to stress and exhaustion. What happened next may surprise you. Enjoy the birth story of Motobird Adventures.
BY WOMEN ADV RIDERS Time’s flying by, and the Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Winter Solstice, and general holiday season is upon us! So, Jingle bells, Batman smells, robin laid an egg… (Does that qualify as a non-secular holiday carol?) Either way, it’s that time of year again
BY GRACE MCDONALD I’ve got a KTM 690 Enduro and I’m 15,000km into my overland trip from Sydney to Paris via Asia and the Middle East.
BY ELISA WIRKALA The road ahead spanned more miles than I was ready to count. Very few looked a RTW adventure ride like this in the eye without at least a little bit of anxiety tucked away somewhere, and though I’d already covered half the
BY KILEY SHIELDS At the beginning of this year I didn’t know how to ride a motorcycle. Now, I’m back home after embarking on an 8,000 mile Africa adventure that had me and a friend traveling by motorcycle from northern Ghana to northern Europe—Bristol, to
BY: ELISA WIRKALA Air came hissing out from under the pressure gauge held against the back tire. The sandy red road in the northern part of Western Australia stretched 10 km due north, heading to Eighty-Mile Beach where Julie Jasper was camped for the week. She
BY MARY CREIGHTON The first bit of light starts to dry the dew off of the tent. It’s 7am and it’s already warm. The fuzzy outline of a thought emerges: Coffee.