Peter Duke is a Canadian citizen. He resides in a small college town in the Province of Ontario, Canada, where he continues to write about his adventures.
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Aviator. Fire pilot. Motorcycle rider. Vagabond. Drifter. Trouble-maker. Jack of all trades and master of none. Peter Duke has been riding and writing about the places he’s been and the people he’s seen for years. Some of his writing is factual; some of it isn’t. He leaves it up to readers to decide which–if any–lies are the truth.
He disappeared for six years. For most of that time he was in the high desert and the Baja. How did that happen, you might ask? Well…
He became fed up with his job, so he did what any sane person would do–he quit. He got rid of most of what he owned, sold his house, climbed aboard his motorcycle and headed south to sunshine, blue sky and adventure. When he finally stopped, he was in Mexico. When he came to, he was sporting a full beard. Don’t ask how long he was there. He has no idea.
During one of his forays into the high desert of southern California, he was offered a part-time job at an old-school bike shop. His jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none life experience allowed him to parlay that job into full time employment doing computer networking and security and a lot of other things that no else seemed to know how to do.
That job paid the bills for six years. While he was there, he had more laughs and adventure than any sane person could ever want. He picked up and delivered motorcycles throughout the El Lay basin. He planned and led bike runs up and down the length of California, glad-handed and schmoozed high-rolling customers, and advised others when it was time to leave the shop.
Peter has ridden over a lot of North America at one time or another from Canada to Mexico, and from Atlantic to Pacific. By far, his favorite ride is up and down the length of the Baja Peninsula. The local people are friendly, the sun always shines, and it’s warm in the winter.
Of everything that Peter has experienced in his all-too-brief life, Africa is perhaps the greatest enigma: a beautiful continent, rich in people, nature and resources, yet poor in all of those things, too.
And, yes, there are some missing years in there. But what the hell, a little mystery is good for the soul, wouldn’t you say?
