Egad, I shudder to think about my retirement. Maybe this deserves its own thread, but I have been prone to spur of the moment road trips that were measured in months rather than miles. Go to work one day, and the next morning was out in the saddle in the wind. Left several good positions on a whim, and now to be 50 in this economy with a work history full of rather long unexplainable gaps... Heck the only reason I have been in Dallas a full 5 years is that its the longest time I have ever been without a bike.
Worse (?) part is I will prolly do it at least once more before my ride here is finished. Am I the only one here who refused to settle down?
Did you mean the only one here who refuses to grow up?
Just kidd'en, couldn't resist!
And you may see me tonight
With an illegal smile
J. Prine
