Feeling Strong…
Man, it’s just so easy, almost unavoidable really, to overuse dramatic descriptions, positive superlatives, and other joyous, upbeat words and phrases to attempt to portray in word pictures those very special days… The ones where everything imaginable is in complete harmony, and we’re gliding along savoring the rhythm of the road, the wind in our faces, and the smooth stride of our dearest partner… Yep, it was exactly that sort of day for us…
In fact, it was even a bit crisp! Even that was most welcome, though, and it was the sort of day fantasized about just a couple of months before while riding through some sweltering heat. Cool, even a bit cold, is quite nice actually, provided one is attired properly for the occasion… I was, so we were having ourselves a very large time doing exactly what we love to do…
We’d departed some nondescript motel in some out of the way locale and were headed in some random direction towards some as yet to be determined destination. We were extravagantly reveling in the sheer delight of having no timelines to meet and nothing urgently calling us to ride hard and arrive someplace.
No unpleasantness awaited us… just whatever, whenever we happened to get there… wherever 'there' turned out to be. The only stress we even came close to experiencing was rooted in our not wanting to run out of gas or be riding after dark…
Following an absolutely perfect day, we landed in a suitable motel after topping off the tank and grabbing a bite to eat. Nothing left to do but lounge around the room and perhaps scan the net to see if anybody might be extolling “Let’s Go Brandon!”
I received a tingle on the phone, so I investigated… It was a text message from Troutdude and included a picture… He mentioned that he’d seen that someplace and thought of this geriatric gypsy, so he’d sent it along…
I immediately identified with that pic, both the rider and the words! So much being said there and so meaningful to this solitary easy rider! When we reach the stage in life where we have no one to please, nobody to impress, and nothing left to prove, it is time to slow down and smell the roses... To contemplate all the life-lessons we've had presented to us, and to see what all we've learned. To 'digest' all the inputs we've ingested over the decades...
The following morning we did it all again... Sometimes I think about how lucky I am to have been born during this time in human history and under the circumstances that I was. To have lived the way I have and to have blindly stumbled into this life I now lead!
Instead of having to toil daily on some endless treadmill leading to an early grave, I'm able to wander around all of the wonderous marvels everywhere, to think about stuff I'd never had enough time to ponder throughout much of my life. To have the freedom from want, to have no distractions or problems to interfere with the full enjoyment of being aboard our girl discovering whatever happens to come into view...
I have no idea why fortune has smiled so favorably upon this rider, but I'm mighty happy things have worked out just the way they have! It's so good, in fact, I think I'll do it again tomorrow, too!!!
DDT
