Mike had ridden his Vespa scooter from Clearwater, Florida, headed for Prudhoe Bay. He almost made it when his tires blew out on the Haul road 200 mile short of his destination. Nothing like a night on the tundra! Undaunted, he camped in the alley behind the hardware store in Fairbanks until tires were airlifted from California. We met up with him at the dock in Haines as we were boarding the ferry to Bellingham, Washington. Oh, I almost forgot: This was his first motorcycle adventure. Guess the moral is: Just get on it and go!