Thursday, January 28, 2010
U Rn't here 4EVER, R U?
I got a couple of interesting nibbles from my family on my proposed ride across America, don't ask about my wife - she isn't going but knows I will do it somehow. My mother wants me to stop and get pictures of my cousin's home before I see her so she can look at them, her mother and she loved looking at new homes. My sister would like to go with me to Tennessee and Arkansas, and I asked what kind of a motorcycle she would be riding - kind of cool thinking that she would ride off with me, about time she broke free and roared! Her son-in-law has had his time on motorcycles could advise her on training and machine, and it doesn't really cost as much as one thinks if one doesn't buy an H-D label nor new. The picture is of my brother's motorcycle he says it is "Pacific Coast has nearly 100,000 miles on it. (And parts are starting to break with some regularity.) It really was the right type of motorcycle for me. Now I'm considering a BMW F800ST or a Honda NT700" He and his son haven't been through Yellowstone yet, might be time for Boy's BreakOut - or something. I often think I was locked into work, cause that was what I thought men did with their lives, and we all seem to have that idea that when you retire you sit down in the rocker on the porch, with your gun, dog and the moonshine and watch the world walk by... too busy to stop and share. Maybe I should just ride around until I find that pile of jobs that Washington DC is going to create, or just ride and be happy. Any good hints on computer to carry and connections, one can't just ride and not write and post about it, unless I wanted to publish an e-book about the trip.... nah, only my mother would buy it. Nevermind, the ride calls for more planning. I have been riding the last three days to work, fog, drizzle and lovely lean and roar, only once was I too close for comfort... I am so in the groove.