I remember this day like it was yesterday.I was 13 and my dad and I were at a local hockey game, (The Chilliwack Bruins) during the intermission he started telling me about this book he read about this doctor from the states that road his motorcycle to the very bottom of South America. He could not stop saying how cool it was and how he would really want to do something like that. Thats when he finally asked the question, "Do you want to Motorcycle to the top of North America to the bottom of South America?" Keep in mind that Im only 13 at this time, and I answered back without any hesitation "Yup." And thats when the rules start.
The Rules
- I have to pay half of my share
- I have to graduate from high school
- I have to get my full driver's licence
- Lean some spanish
Well in the past 2 months I saved enough money, by working two full time jobs (wich sucked big time).
I got my grade 12 and past my drivers test. I had also been taking spanish classes during grade 11 and 12. So I did it! I followed all the rules. So now all that was left to do was to hurry up and wait. :)
