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I Don't Have a Bucket List: I Have a BikeIt List


My ‘BikeIt’ List
May 2012


Ride in all 48 Continental US states - 45 completed; 3 to go.
Ride up the East Coast from Key West to Canada - June of ’08
Ride ‘Blues Alley” Route 61 - July ’07 - And I stood at ‘The Crossroads’
Route 66  - Completed the Western portion from Oklahoma City to Santa Monica
Grand Canyon - 2X
Circle Tour of Lake Superior - June 2011
Circle Tour of Lake Michigan - June 2011
Circle Tour of Lake Erie
Circle Tour of Lake Huron
Circle Tour of Lake Ontario
Canadian Rockies
Pacific Coast Highway - Completed Malibu to San Diego only
Blue Ridge Parkway - June 2010
Natchez Trace 
Indian River Lagoon
Cherahola Skyway - June 2010
Deals Gap - Tail of the Dragon - 2X
Sturgis
Rolling Thunder Memorial Day Ride to the Wall
Nova Scotia, Bay of Fundy, and the Cabot Trail
The Gauntlet
The Twisted Lady
Italy, France, Germany
Tunnel of Trees Road
White Mountains - Vermont - July 2008
The Hellbender 28 - North Carolina
Flagstaff to Sedona
Idaho/Montana Scenic Trail Loop
Gulf Coast
Sunrise to Sunset Tour - 2011
British Columbia and Vancouver Island
Prince Edward Island
SE Manitoba
Completion of Lake Superior Circle Tour with Bessie!



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