2004 Patagonia - Eat Dust
The horizon fills with a monumental plume of dust, a flock of Alpacas unblinkingly stare into their impending fate, Armadillos frantically scramble for safety off the road, even the fierce winds that have been punishing the Ruta for days on end seem to hold their breath in awe for a moment. The spectre approaching with the sonorous rumble of big V-twins are of course the 4 Patagonian Riders, on a mission that demands everything from man and machine. The reward however that these four will reap in the end will be worth it. It's the stuff that legends get soldered together with. It's the southernmost beer of the world, Antarctica chilled and served by penguins. Can there be a better reason to hammer down to Ushuaia from Buenos Aires on two rigid framed Knuckleheads, one rigid Panhead and an Evo Sportster? There's nothing that can slow down those 4 tireless riders on their Milwaukee hardware: Even diabolical gravel, hellish crosswinds, devilish potholes, riven gearbox cases, vibrated off stem nuts and overwhelmed drive chains in the end are nothing against the majestical V-twins plowing through epic cinemascope landscapes, the chilled nights and endless asados from South American campfires and the resounding pop of that final, southernmost beer in the world. AAAAAAAAHHH!
