The 2010 calling of my soul was "You need to learn to ride a motorcycle, then you need to ride it to Oregon and back." Your mileage may vary.
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Motorcycling is pretty straightforward: Oh, here's water, so I'll take it slow an easy; uh oh, here's a patch of gravel, so I'll get it and go. But life doesn't always present itself in such an easy-to-figure-out way.
Carter dug Denbeigh's grave in the back yard with a little moral support from a neighbor. The old Corgi was the only dog either of my boys had ever known as a family member.
If you had to introduce yourself to a dozen strangers every day, with no naysayers or fact checkers weighing in, what would you say?
Proving the old maxim that there are no strangers, just friends we haven't yet met, meet Bethany, from Kenosha, Wisconsin.
Kevin Bacon's not the only one who's six degrees of separation from the other people in his tribe. We're all drawing closer together each day. Here's a story of how my tribe reached out to me from yesterday's story.
George Carlin had it right when he riffed on our relationships with our stuff. "A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover on it..." Motorcycle travel helps put this into perspective.
Two lessons I learned about riding a motorcycle in slop that also apply to life and some advice from Oliver Wendell Holmes
Think of the leggy woman in a tiny bikini and investment-grade boobs who usually adorns a bike, then replace her with a paunchy, hairy guy. I love the cheeky role reversal.
It's much easier to over-pack for a trip than to pack just enough. Why? Over-packing requires less thought and discipline -- just pile it in.