The Road is Calling. Having spent the last year hard at work reinventing my life, educating myself on new social media and tech stuff, working on creative projects, and trying to make a dollar, I took a year away from riding.
Not intentionally. It just happened.
My bike happened to have mechanical challenges and there she sat. She’s repaired now and ready to roll. It’s very difficult to sit at my desk working. Because. I can hear her breathing. I can FEEL my motorcycle’s pulse.
Just riding her home from the good ol’ shop (thanks Panhead Phil) the nomad within – the wild child – was certainly aroused. When I climbed back on her for the first time and turned the key and she roared to life, well, I roared to life, too. It was like hooking up with a long lost soulmate and laying in bed together, staring at one another in awe, limbs and heart lovingly knit together.
Because I had piles of work to do for the upcoming rallies, she and I couldn’t just ride off and spend hours getting lost in that other world us riders know. The beautiful adventure. So that short jaunt home was a tease. Back to the desk.
The Road is Calling every day. And my motorcycle is the symbol of roads yet to be explored. . .in the form of opportunity, in the way of the journey.
I can’t resist the call too much longer. The back burner is cooling off and the fire is upfront.