They traveled 5,112 miles from Miami to San Francisco to experience the country from a different point of view

Jody Diamond, owner of a Miami-based public relations firm, and her husband Eduardo Gonzalez, a graphic designer, traveled coast to coast on the seat of a motorcycle in May 2016. Here, Jody recalls the 25-day trek, and shares their experience of planning and pulling off a safe, comfortable journey. 


Day 1: Miami, Florida to Savannah, Georgia


My husband Eduardo (everyone calls him Gato) is from Spain and hadn’t seen most of the country he now calls home. This 25-day trip was my way of showing him our big, beautiful country. We both spend a lot of time traveling for work, so when we plan to travel for fun, we plan big. Being on a motorcycle is one of my favorite ways to travel because it forces you to be present and aware of everything around you. No looking at your phone, no messing with the radio. It’s you, the road, and everything around you.


We took the southern route for this trip knowing that our next cross-country ride will cover a northern route. And wouldn’t you know it: rain, the entire first day.


Day 2: Savannah, Georgia to Atlanta, Georgia


Day 3: Atlanta, Georgia to Nashville, Tennessee


Day 4: Down day in Nashville


Day 5: Natchez Trace Parkway—Nashville, Tennessee to Tupelo, Mississippi


My husband is the planner—what you might call fastidious. Before the trip he bought a large laminated map, broke out a marker and sticky notes, and went to work. There was an Excel spreadsheet involved, with miles and gas prices plotted out. The stack of travel books he bought to help plan the trip were a bit touristy, but we gleaned something from each. Mostly we planned for around four hours of riding time a day, which gave us time to take in sights and allowed for wiggle room when weather happened—which it did.


Our biggest surprise came when I asked for route ideas on a social media post. We had the entire trip pretty much planned out before we hit the road, but my aunt posted back that we simply had to take the Natchez Trace Parkway, which runs more than 400 miles from Nashville, Tennessee, to Natchez, Mississippi. We scrapped some plans to make this ride, which is entirely within a national park—no trucks are allowed. It was definitely a highlight. I was born on the west coast and now live on the east coast, but I fell hard for Mississippi, particularly Tupelo and Natchez. We really planned our entire route to optimize seeing the beauty of this country, like the national parks, Joshua Tree and Big Sur. You can’t do that from an interstate highway, so we mainly avoided them. The exceptions were the few days when we knew there’d be nothing much to see and just wanted to get from point A to point B.  In those places, the interstates were our friends.


Day 6: Down day in Tupelo

Day 7: Tupelo, Mississippi to Natchez, Mississippi


There’s a camaraderie among bikers and folks want to talk to you whenever you pull up somewhere on a bike. We met great people all over the country on this ride. I’ll never forget watching the sun set over the Mississippi, looking across to Louisiana, with fellow bikers in Natchez.


Day 8: Natchez, Mississippi to Dallas, Texas


Day 9: Dallas, Texas to Amarillo, Texas


We only planned for a few long rides that would take eight hours, and this was one of those point-A-to-point-B days. I knew we’d be sitting for many hours, over many days, and did everything possible to make the motorcycle as comfortable as possible—which was important on this long, flat stretch of Texas. The fairing, a shell and windshield over the front frame of the motorcycle, was our first line of protection against wind and weather.


The fairing on our motorcycle is has a design that allows for better maneuverability. And it holds two speakers of the six-speaker stereo system (the other speakers are attached to the saddle bags and tour pack). The GPS and satellite radio is also embedded into the fairing with a large touch screen to control basic features such as oil temperature and air pressure of tires, and it can structure a riding route with stopping points.


The seats are extremely wide, ergonomic and even temperature controlled, as are the handlebars. We also had headphones and microphones in our helmets so we could talk to each other over the noise of the engine.


Day 10: Amarillo, Texas to Santa Fe, New Mexico


Day 11: Down day in Santa Fe


Day 12: Santa Fe, Mexico to Durango, Colorado


The original plan was to ride from Denver to Aspen, but due to ice and snow conditions (very unusual in the middle of May), we re-routed to Durango. This is the point in the trip when I learned an expensive lesson. My husband was a stickler about planning the route and gearing up, but would’ve been willing to wing it with finding a hotel on the road. Not me. If I’m on the road all day, I want a comfortable bed, a hot shower and room service at the end of the day. So before we left Miami, I made reservations in nice hotels at each scheduled stop.


This unplanned detour meant cancelling hotel reservations in Denver and Aspen. Canceling the Denver hotel without penalty was no problem, but Aspen did not have a flexible cancellation policy. We paid $400 for a hotel room we never saw. Plan as you might, you will probably run into obstacles during a 25-day motorcycle trip, and I wish I’d paid attention to the cancelation policies when I was making reservations.


Day 13: Durango, Colorado to Moab, Utah: we re-routed from our Denver to Aspen trip due to ice and snow)


Because we couldn’t avoid this unseasonal storm entirely, we still hit weather. I got clobbered by wind, rain and hail. Riding to from Durango to Moab, the sky opened up and it rained and then hailed, and then rained and then hailed. For three hours straight. My husband couldn’t pull over, and even though I had all the right gear (a godsend!), I was cold, wet and a bit miserable. I’m so glad we had full face helmets, because they provide better protection. You never know what kind of debris a large truck can kick up, and some of the hail was as large as chickpeas. We were fortunate we didn’t have any major debris fly up, although some hit the fairing and windshield.


This was the hardest day, physically and mentally. I was cold—freezing actually—and tired, because being rained and hailed on is exhausting and you’re counting the minutes. I just kept thinking, ‘This time tomorrow we won’t be in this situation.’ If we hadn’t been equipped as well as we were, I think the entire trip might have been thrown off.


Day 14: Two weeks on the road. Down day in Moab.


Day 15: Moab, Utah to Oljato-Monument Valley, Utah


A ride like this has a way of making me feel more connected to everything. The bright, red sandstone buttes of Monument Valley in Arizona. The little dog chasing us down the street of that small town. It makes up for the nights when the hotel isn’t what we expected and the only choices for dinner are fast food restaurants. Packing protein bars, nuts, and turkey jerky helps, too.

Day 16: Oljato-Monument Valley, Utah to Zion, Utah


Day 17: Zion, Utah to Las Vegas, Nevada


Our heavy bike served us particularly well during this stretch in Nevada, when desert wind gusts were over 100 miles per hour—bad enough that the highway patrol was pulling over tractor-trailers so they wouldn’t blow over. In the middle of nowhere, no exits or shoulders. No choice but to keep riding. I could feel my husband doing everything he could to keep the bike upright. There is no way I’d ride through this weather on the back of a regular motorcycle.


Take it from me—when you’re on a long road trip, it probably helps to have a bike built for the job: powerful enough to carry luggage and gear—and in this case, two people—and hefty enough to withstand the winds you may encounter on the open road. We rode a large motorcycle weighing more than half a ton, which was equipped with an engine larger than some car engines.


Day 18: Las Vegas, Nevada to Palm Springs, California

Day 19: Palm Springs, California to San Diego, California


Days like this one are the reason I love to travel. We really planned our entire route to optimize seeing the beauty of this country, like the national parks, Joshua Tree and Big Sur. You can’t do that from an interstate highway, and I’m happy to say we mainly avoided them.


Day 20: San Diego, California to Solvang, California


Day 21: Solvang, California to Carmel, California


I’d driven Big Sur in a car before, but I saw it from a completely new and amazing perspective on this ride. At this point in the trip, heading up a steep mountain on the Pacific Coast Highway, my husband could feel the bike losing traction on the front wheel. He asked me to lean as far forward as possible to better balance the weight and help him gain traction on the front wheel. This was a good reminder: one of the most important things to consider when packing the bike is how to distribute weight appropriately—not just evenly. The more weight you have on the rear wheel, the less traction you’ll have on the front wheel.


The saddle bags mounted on each side of our motorcycle held about 15 pounds of clothes, food and gear, while the total maximum weight of the two rear mounted bags was 35 pounds. My husband figured out the optimal distribution for the roads we were traveling and he made sure everything was packed correctly the entire trip.


Day 22: Down day in Carmel


Day 23: Carmel, California to San Francisco, California

Day 24: Day in San Francisco


We put our bike on a trailer and shipped it back to Miami. We’re already planning our next big trip—Mongolia in 2018—and figuring out how to ship the bike. Or maybe we’ll be riding a Mongolian motorcycle. I have no doubt my husband will have another spreadsheet ready with all of the details.


Day 25: San Francisco to Miami

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