Author: Dave Elliot

By Dave Elliot For one full year, I had researched reviews from other motorcyclists who had traveled Route 389 from Baie-Comeau to Labrador City, and from Labrador City to Blanc-Sablon, followed by the ferry crossing to St. Barbe, Newfoundland. I had read the warnings, studied the maps, examined photographs, memorized…

France 1987 Two years after completing the 714-mile ultramarathon sleep-eat-cycle qualifying race for the race Across America in Tucson, Arizona, I was on a mission to travel across the world for the 1987 Paris-Brest-Paris. This was originally a 1200 kilometer (750-mile long distance cycling event dating back to 1891. The…

Tucked away in Maine’s northeast corner is a tiny, historic seaport called Machiasport. With only about 400 households, it has several famous attractions including Liberty Hall (built in 1873 and on the National Register of Historic Places), Starboard School House (the last of five one-room schoolhouses providing education for Machiasport…

TRIBUTE TO DAD JULY 12, 2024 Greetings – one and all. Life is a circle, and here we are at a rendezvous point called Hampton Methodist Church. For many of us, it’s a homecoming of sorts as we grew up around here. Each one of you is here because at…

EIGHT MILES TO HEAVEN During my senior year at Florida Southern College, I was able to take a Journalism course through the Communications Department. My instructor was Hal Waters (FSC ‘53). Our final assignment which weighed heavily upon a passing grade was to write a story for a magazine and…

I CARRY A PASSENGER Over the years I have traveled to far places and yes, indeed, there have been many cases of death-striking situations and terrible fear, of not living through another year. My type of travel is very unique, it cannot be achieved by those who are weak. A…

My Dad passed away June 30, 2024. On July 8, eight days later on a Monday, I hit the road for a culinary conference in Benton, KY, with my GoldWing, Roadman Camper, and Trek bicycle in tow. I drove two days through upstate New York on I-90 through blistering 96…

By David W. Elliot  I saw an elderly man pass by. He was the last to leave my boat, and the last to leave my mind. It was hot and beads of sweat poured down a tired, exhausted, and colorless forehead. Sparse, faded white hair partially covered a bald head.…