June 2017
Life is a funny and peculiar thing. Forest Gump was a genius. You really never know just what you're gonna get.
I've been on the road a week and a half now. I'm well in the touring mode, and I'm enjoying it just as much as I knew I would. Really, it's been perfect. Absolutely and utterly perfect. For the past 4000 miles, I've seen the southwestern quadrant of this incredible land we live on. I've embraced the diversity of our country, running through everything from desolate desserts to snow covered mountains, and every single mile has been a gift. The weather has been hot at times, but truthfully, it doesn't bother me too much. The bike is so much fun to ride. Everything is working so well. That didn't happen by chance. A seasoned touring rider doesn't learn what he knows by accident. I've been doing this for years and well over 100,000 miles now. Over that time, I've learned a thing or two, and I've paid the price for those lessons. And now, I'm reaping what I've sowed, and it's wonderful.
And I'm not doing it by myself. Andrew, Pops, and I have had over a week together. I love those two like my brother and my father. I trust them without pride nor prejudice. Being with them is natural for me. I don't have to worry about a thing. We all like the same things and being together on this adventure is a dream come true. Now I'm with Josh, my other brother from another mother. Despite the 1000 miles that usually separates us, we 've found a way to find each other and ride together. The motorcycle does this. I've met so many people from all over this country that I can hardly remember all of them. I dare say that I could hardly go anywhere in this country and be truly "alone". My riding buddies are always close, and this is reassuring and comforting.
How can I be so blessed? What did I do (or not do) to deserve such special treatment? I'm not special. Just a regular stiff like the next guy. I wake up, go to work, keep my nose down, and do what the world tells me to do. I've got 1 wife, 2 kids, and 1 house. I'm a man of science, but I believe there is something to the concept of karma. We get out of this life what we put into it. I worked my ass off for decades, hoping and praying that some day it would pay off. It's working and I don't want to change a thing, lest I jeopardize the great fortunes I have.
Which brings me to today. Just when you think it can't get any better, it does. Josh and I skirted Arches National Park, and turn northeast on hwy 128. We stop to enjoy a simple breakfast and then continue along this wonderful road. No, the pavement is not very smooth, but that doesn't matter. The scenery is so lovely, we can hardly control ourselves. We're running along the banks of the Colorado, and thanks to abundant rains and snow, the mighty river is running nicely this morning. As we snake back and forth on the pavement, thoughts of the Wild West are running through my mind. Even though our "horses" are now made of steel and plastic, I suppose in principal, the concept is the same. My buddy and I are doing it. We are exploring our environment, with it's seemingly unlimited borders, taking it in as it comes.
And it's absolutely fantastic.
Stay thirsty, my friends.....