Kevin has crisscrossed the world on every form of transport imaginable: on foot, hitchhiking, boat, bus, train, plane and a 1986 Land Rover which he rebuilt by hand along the way. But without a doubt, his favorite mode of transportation is his motorcycle. Travel is in his blood. With a British Army Paratrooper for a father, Kevin never quite took root. “Home” was never really home for long and life was one big adventure. With a short stint as an army officer under his own belt, Kevin ambled down a path that took him canoeing down the Amazon and kayaking grade 5 Zambezi River rapids while filming the ride. Kevin drove the length of Africa, from London to Cape Town in search of the matriarch of the elusive Lovedu tribe and documented the event on film for National Geographic TV. He and his motorcycle, affectionately called “The Pig,” have seen dirt track, pavement and terrain from the Arctic Circle to Tierra del Fuego and all places east, west and in between. IdeaMensch Interview
Travel Experiences that helped lead to the creation of Redverz Gear™ and both The Ténéré and Series II Expedition Tents
Truly knackered from riding across the Andes, I pitched the tent in a campsite on the outskirts of Salta, Argentina. This was one of the worst night's sleep of the trip. I heard constant rustling near my bike and was up every few minutes, peering out with my torch to see who was tampering with my bike.
We set off into the dunes from Nouadibou in Mauritania 99 years after the last 100 year storm. The dunes were soaked and the normally rock hard piste had broken down, instead of riding the piste at a causal 70 mph we were stuck in first and second spinning doughnuts and crashing left, right and center. The sludge was so deep the ground clearance was nonexistent. Catapulted over the handlebars after hitting a boulder under the piste, the sump plate had ripped clean of the bike. With blowing sand and wind I could have killed to have the bike in shelter to clean out the sand and reset the sump plate
I pitched the tent and squeezed sopping boots, drenched jacket, dripping pants and bloated gloves into the cramped space. Virtually no drier or more comfortable than before, I realized this small tent set up was truly crap for adventure motorcycle travel.