"Riding a bike
removes the need for clutter, toys, rubbish that other men have to
take on holiday. If I want adrenaline, I'll rush a giddy
overtake, not rent a jet ski."
The world through
the eyes of Dan Walsh is never less than Technicolor, and always
uninhibited, rebellious and on the edge. Not since the days
of Ted Simon's Jupiter's Travels has one man embarked on
such a crazed bike trek around the world.
"For me, Chile
will always be South America's supermodel sister - very beautiful
but too long, too skinny, and too expensive to ride, and despite
the groovy exterior, unpleasantly right-wing underneath."
Dan has traveled
the length and breadth of the world; in Africa, on his XT Desert
Rat; in America, on a BMW F65OGS Dakar. Along the way he's
visited Buenos Aires, where "revolutionary" means the angry poor
invading the presidential palace, not a really small phone that's
also a camera. He's been mistaken for a bum in New York,
hammered by deadly tequila in Mexico, contracted typhoid in a
dilapidated Bolivian hotel, visited the Most Beautiful Road in the
World in Peru, and been kidnapped in Kenya.
"I get my bum
pinched by a tranny, my pocket picked by a grafter and get a gun
pulled on me by a one-eyed, one-armed midget who's upset 'cause I
winked at him. These are the days that must happen to
grudgingly hopeful and bitingly funny, Dan Walsh is the rightful
heir to Ted Simon as the pre-eminent biker-rebel of our