motorcycle madness

5/1/09

Went surfing again today.  Don’t feel like writing much tonight but suffice it to say it was a gorgeous sunny day, and both Mike and I needed “therapy”. We got home feeling much better. I feel like I am cheating by putting journal entries from previous trips into this blog, but I am pooped right now and I don’t  really feel to motivated to get too cerebral. So, here is a little passage from my motorcycle adventure from southern Mexico to Utah. I had just left Zion National Park in the early morning, temps were in the lower 30s, and the “rosy-fingered-dawn” seemed to blend right into the monolithic red cliffs lining the highway. I was a bit high that day- high on life, independence, loneliness, and all the testosterony juices flowin through my veins that only a straddled motorcycle can induce. 

“Here I sit, a modern day warrior on my modern day steed. The wind rushes past; stinging, piercing, finding every crack. Inhaling sharply, leaning into the cold, I yell my warrior cry. I am free, unleashing all inside-embracing who I have become, embracing who I want to be. Staring into the distance, I wonder what’s to come, who I’ll meet, where I’ll find myself when I am done. Can’t stop now-I’ve started my journey of transformation-there’s no going back. Its just me and a pair of handlebars. My head clear, my mind unclogged, my thoughts come and go as fast as the million white streaks whizzing by.  I am who I am, and I am not ashamed-no one can touch that! And this journey continues long after the kickstand is down; it continues on past the day my engine no longer fires in the cold morning sun, and still beyond into that other realm so often brushed on those hair-pin turns and close-call swerves. A new adventure to celebrate; solo; riding the wind. Ayeeeeeeee!”