In February 2015, Sebastián (my son) and I set off on our first motorcycle adventure and rode to the South of Chile.

We headed for Patagonia but after a few days into the trip, I realized my goal was too ambitious, considering it was extremely hot riding during the day and too dangerous to ride at night. Plus we faced 3 days of heavy rain near Chiloé island (The gateway to Patagonia).

Sebastián was only 7 years old. He lasted no more than one hour of riding before falling asleep. I had him strapped to my back with a seat belt and supported his back with my photo/video camera backpack. To the sides, I had our duffel bags on top of the panniers.

Basically, he was pretty comfortable and safe. However, we stopped at every gas stations along the highway (1,200-mile round trip).

We had a great time. We visited old friends and made new ones. We tried different food, went fishing, did some trekking and pitched our tent under the stars.

You just don’t see a father and his little kid traveling by motorcycle, like we did. People took thousand pictures of us at gas stations, in restaurants or simply when we waited in line at a toll booth. We got our 15 minutes of fame :))))

After that expedition, I made the decision to buy a sidecar.