1997 JUNE RUN  -  STARTING IN KIRKLAND, WA


Tripping down the road between Whistler and Lillooet and Cache Creek, BC

This was definitely a good ride. Starting at the Sacramento Airport with cheap one way tickets to an excellent BMW dealer, Cascade BMW, in Kirkland, Washington. Federal had shipped our four bikes; A R1100GS (Don), an R90S (Jeff) , and R80GST (Mike) and my R100RT.

We were picked up at the Seattle Airport and taxied to Kirkland by Miles Miller, now a rider of a new K1200. His friendship and help is a testament to him first, and next to the comraderie established by our avocation and communicated on this new medium. And dats da troot.


Mike and Don on the Chuckanut Trail South of
                                                                                 Bellingham, Wa. They are happy because they just pissed.
                                                                                 We rode this road both ways (get it?).
 

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                                                       Gotta go for the Washington/BC Ferries              Horseshoe Bay, B.C.  Marginal Deli. Nice chairs.

You may have guessed that there is no sane order to these pics. There's no sane order to the June Run.

Same bench, Same Lake, Same Day, Different guys. Don and Mike looking back toward Fraser Canyon in
Harrison Hot Springs, BC. I was in the room being sick and writing a defamatory poem about Germans.
Wanna' read it? Click HERE
 


                                                                            R90S outside the Natarts cottage

                             Jeff finally shows up in Netarts, Oregon with groceries. He cooks and we eat.
                                     Where was he? "Where's Jeff" is the June Run anthem.

                                Thanks for visiting. READ ABOUT THE RUN Written by Don Lescoulie





1998 June Run.....Sacramento to Seattle  to the National in Montana and Canada   Only Pictures.......Click Here           LlNK TO 1998 TRIP PICTURES.


WE FLEW OUR BIKES TO MISSOULA MONTANA FOR THE NATIONAL.  ALL BUT DON.  HE  RODE ACROSS THE HIGH DESERT OF CALIFORNIA, NEVADA AND IDAHO SO HE COULD MEET US AT THE AIRPORT.
 

   Jeff, Don and Mike at the doggie rest area at the airport in Missoula.


Oh, yeah. I forgot to say that motorcycles are not my whole life. Family (and all that implies), then bikes, (and all that implies; Which for me is the freedom of travel, food. More bullshit like dark humor and irony. A good book or movie with popcorn).  You know, the fuzzy stuff. Somewhere way down the list is work.

Bill