Motorcycle marathon

Two friends from California and their Harley-Davidson^® motorcycles crossed unpassable roads at dizzying altitudes, took on alligators, dodged bullets and escaped a revolution to make the ambitious journey from the US to Brazil

Paul Harder and Dick Walker spent nine months planning an epic journey from Long Beach, California, to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, on Harley-Davidson^® motorcycles, documenting their adventures in the December 1949 and January 1950 editions of The Enthusiast^®.

After much consideration, the pair had decided that Harley-Davidson motorcycles were the best choice for their trip and acquired a 1941 FL and 1947 EL. Both bikes had been well used (the 1947 model had served several years with the New York State Police) and were outfitted with auxiliary gas tanks mounted on the front.

The aim was to ride from the US to the Panama Canal by the overland route without resorting to other modes of transport, and the hope was that at least one of the bikes would achieve this goal. So, in February 1948, with each bike loaded up with 250lb of special equipment, as well as passports and various documents, Paul and Dick set off from Long Beach. They made their way to Texas, then Mexico, where they negotiated poor roads and impenetrable mountains, shedding 100lb of equipment in Southern Mexico before roaring through northern Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras and into Nicaragua.

The good condition of the Nicaragua section of the Inter-American Highway allowed them to cruise at 60mph most of the way to the southern border. They took a break to go alligator hunting in the shark-infested waters of Lake Nicaragua, which Paul described as a horrifying experience.

Back on the bikes and with the good roads behind them, the men navigated almost unpassable trails, with the motorcycles taking an “unmerciful beating” as they were dragged into Costa Rica.

They had to lay low in San Jose in the middle of a revolution, which put an end to their dreams of reaching the Panama Canal by land due to fighting in the south of the city. Instead, they were forced to ride to a port via the north and board a boat to Panama. They may have survived in one piece, but what about the bikes?

“That they continued to run at all after their treatment in Central America was surprising. We had run them off embankments, torn the clutch covers to pieces on rocks, smashed our frames on boulders, and in addition, hammered our way over 600,000 [railroad] ties in Southern Mexico,” Paul wrote.

“We had been forced to use gasoline about one degree better than cheap coal oil, and we had driven hundreds of miles in choking dust in low gear, wrenching and twisting every bit of the auxiliary equipment welded to our machines. And still we had cruised smoothly and comfortably.”

More drama followed during their trip to Bogotá when they were ambushed and fired at. They also experienced their first taste of high altitude on a dirt road rising to nearly 14,000 feet. Ecuador was less eventful, and both men and bikes attracted crowds of admirers (including animals) as they passed through many towns.

They made their way to Cusco, almost 12,000 feet above sea level in the heart of the Andes, to explore ruins of the Inca Empire, before moving steadily to the shores of Lake Titicaca, over the border into Bolivia and on to Chile on unmarked roads and trails.

Paul’s allocated time for the trip was running out, so he decided to return to the states from Santiago, Chile’s capital, while Dick carried on, packing his bike aboard a DC-3 and flying to Argentina. Up to that point, they had covered an accumulated 26,000 miles with no mechanical failures. But on his first day of solo travel, Dick broke that record by having oil issues. Apparently, the extreme cold caused the cheap oil they were using to congeal, but with the assistance of local mechanics and a staggering amount of ingenuity, he repaired the damage enough to ride some 700 miles to Buenos Aires, where the local Harley-Davidson dealership made sure he could continue his journey. Dick and his intrepid motorcycle had been on the road for more than seven months when he rolled out of Buenos Aires up to Santa Fe, and then east into Uruguay and finally to Rio de Janeiro.

Paul wrote that Dick had covered almost 17,000 miles since leaving Long Beach, most of it over dirt roads, enduring the sweltering tropical lowlands and cold heights of 13,000 to 16,000 feet, visiting 16 Latin republics. He attributed much of Dick’s success to his Harley-Davidson motorcycle. “I fully agree that no better selection of equipment could have been made. Some of the credit may be luck, but mostly it was due to careful planning and Dick’s undying determination and resourcefulness.”