The ride to rallies is the true adventure. Once there the riding is simple
riding. Going it with a cage and trailer is like running away from home,
but never quite leaving home behind. Go for a ride? Well you have to always
go back to the cage. Alas, I'll have to buy a trailer ifn' I want
Lynn to participate in riding it seems. Gone are the days where she
could ride pillion for 500 miles and 12 hours. Now anything over
200 miles or 60mph is pushing it.
Speaking of States I have ridden in, I knocked out the Midwest and Western
states Between September of last year and the 2011 SWTF this year.
14K miles of motorsickle nirvana. Gosh, this is an amazing country! Every
time I watch Marshall Dillion, I think of winds and desolate roads with no gas.
And Highway 50 that had been grooved for like freaking ever! Heck most TV
shows now carry some trigger for memories of cross country riding.
Riding is a godsend. The act of throwing a leg over and twisting the throttle
is beyond description. So whether we ride in one state or many, we all share
the bond of riding in the wind.
