Canada: Alcan 5000

Text: Chris Lindau • Photography: Chris Lindau

Routine city riding is not the recommended training regimen for motorcyclists planning to take on the Great White North in the Alcan 5000.

Huddled with fellow rally participants in the doorway of the "World Famous" Rancheria rest stop somewhere along the Alaska Highway, we sip from our Camelbaks, stare into the night, and wonder how much longer it is to Whitehorse. Our bikes wait outside, like pack dogs itching to press on, and we hardly notice the scruffy pooch sniffing our gear - until he lifts a leg above one our helmets.

Welcome to the Alcan 5000
Previously open only to cars, this endurance rally taunts any dual-sport rider crazy enough to log nine straight 500+-mile days on some of the most unpredictable roads in North America while keeping an eye trained on a stopwatch.

And as the seconds wind down to my starting time from the hotel parking lot in Seattle, Washington, I'm thinking I must be crazy enough because I have no idea what I'm getting into. No idea that my bike will fail me in a few hours, no idea what it means to be "Hyderized," no idea I'll be standing, dog-tired, for most of my meals, and no clue how the unspoiled North Country can really put the zap on your head.

Looking back, I know this: I'm about to have the adventure of a lifetime.

The 2002 summer event is a tidy, nine-day, 4,250-mile, precision-timed road trip from Seattle to Canada's Northwest Territories and back. I'd never been to Canada, but the Alcan organizers have been at it since 1984, tearing across Alaska and Canada summer and winter alike - always varying the route. This is rallying as grand tour - on regular roads, with long transit sections punctuated by shorter time-speed-distance (TSD) stages where points are awarded for arriving at checkpoints on time - and points are subtracted for being too early or too late. Not a race exactly, but then again, if you want dinner each night...

Suddenly, I'm off, pouring on the gas to impress the onlookers with the bratty din from my new Remus exhaust and speeding into the first turn. Damn it, the stoplight is red.

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For the complete touring article, including facts & information, map(s), and GPS files, please purchase the September/October 2003 back issue.