When i got up this morning skys were overcast so pacted up bike and rode into town to find no one up making coffee so I decide to head towards Destruction Bay. On my way it started to rain but I stopped there for coffee and breakfast. the waitress told me to be careful of the road ahead, i said ok.with 200 miles to the american border even raining should be 2 hours or more. Let me tell you the horror of this road, the first 1000 came easy but i read past storys of the highways that swollowed up bikes in a heartbeat, not happening to me I said. The roads were buckling all over on each side,pot holes and craters 20 feet long and the rain coming down so hard I couldnt see, it was like being on a roller coster, being tossed in the air and slamming back down,could not be doing no more the 20mph when 2 other bikes come up from behind so i start to follow them and avoid there mistakes. We come to a stop in the road where this cute girl is holding up her stop sign and we can not proceed until the pilot car arrives and has us follow her threw the constuction zone. 15 minutes later it pulls up to let us follow, the road is all mud and gravel for 1 mile but it is ripped up like this until the border. Anyway its one messed up road and I have to take it back again because its the only way out. Later on I stopped in a town called Tok for lunch and little by little other bikers were showing and telling there horror storys of the last 200 miles on the alaskan highway.