The origins of how Road Pickle started perhaps go back many years if you think about all the series of events that led into making the type of people that we are.
But for argument’s sake, Sash and I met each other in 2010, not too long I finished my 30-day motorcycle ride from San Diego, CA to Fairbanks, AK. Fast forward to 2013, when the two of us were living in downtown San Diego. It was time for us get out of the expensive rent we were paying, and instead of moving into another building, we decided to hit the road instead.
The decision came because I had always wanted to live on the road after my experience to Alaska, and Sash wanted to do something big and bold (because that’s all that Sash knows how to be).
The pub located across the street from our apartment (Knotty Barrel), served up deep fried pickles, like most pubs in San Diego. We wanted to name our vagabond adventure and came up with something memorable, “Road Pickle”.
(We tried to convince the owner of Knotty Barrel to change the name of his fried pickles to “Road Pickles” but he wasn’t going for it).
On March 2013, we moved out and moved out on the road. We spent 2 1/2 years living on our motorcycles, returning to San Diego for the winters.
Recently, my ex-wife didn’t want the dog we adopted years ago, so I agreed to take her on. Now with an aging beagle on our hands, motorcycle-vagabonding wasn’t going to be easy. So, we opted to buy a toy hauler RV and pull it with my pickup truck. We could still take our motorcycles, and have a rolling-homebase that goes with us anywhere.
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