Our ride east and home and away from the Cannonball... Remains a blurry compilation of motel rooms bad Chinese buffet skipped meals sunsets in the rear view mirror napping at ten AM comfortably wedged in Arts Ford... Gas stops pit stops bad truck stop coffee morning sunrises through the windshield as this photo is through the windshield through the trees through the fog towards the morning sun...Patches of no place, patches of beauty, patches of ugly,...I felt like a rambling man crossing over and across this vast expanse of land that makes up this amazing country...Then i think of us all and what extensive lives we have all lead to make up what we are and what we become the simple choices made...The hard decisions that effect the overall outcome manipulations of our hearts and minds that motivate us to be... As we give or take its like hands on a clock one at a faster pace yet they both circle and touch the same place...When i was ten due to unjust circumstances i made seemingly simple life pacts with myself that held strong and true...When i was seventeen i again made what seemed like a simple pact with myself that i held strong also effecting lifes end results...When i was twenty one i cashed in a long term risky investment for a short term risky life style...When i was twenty five i started cashing in on my self pacts as i have never been a deep affiliate of organization much preferring my own path...When we skirt the edge of a wild meadow in the early morning backed against the treeline on the eastern side...We witness the glory of the morning sun inch its way down as it rises chasing the shadows from the leaves across the distance of the meadow...During the Cannonball more times than not we witnessed just that the sun from behind casting long shadows reaching ahead of us...Some views are slow to come to light in life others are clear and bright...When you ride alone so close to all the elements you can not help but feel and reflect on everything...Be it a vibration a temperature change a physical twinge or a mental image...I made the statement to Felicia Morgan when she asked me if i would be ready to return to my normal life as that brings to mind what is a normal life...What maybe normal today was not yesterday or the day before as each day brings new sunlight across the ever changing landscape...Fears are like landscapes you either face them in the sunlight or you shadow them away for a better day...Yet the only way to chase them away is meet them in the sunlight...I have been cajoled by a few to please continue my writing and words and i shall from time to time as i still decompress from this Cannonball...As even more people coax me to participate in 2016 just as i participate in life my coxswain is my own gentle coaxing...16 remains a significant number to me...Not a number i have chosen to be important yet it appears to chose me from time to time...A song sung by a group of crazies i associated with as they circled around Mary Ann and i on our wedding day being the 16th of July...Your 16 your beautiful and your mine...So when and if i ride in Cannonball 2016 i will be riding with number 16 on a 1916 motorcycle in spite oh what Jon Szalay says that it is cheating to ride a Powerplus...
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 12:13:11 +0000
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