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Escapism and Healing Through Motorcycles

After fourteen years together, I tearfully said goodbye to my sweet pup last week. I am devastated by her absence. She came home from the shelter with me before I knew my husband, before my daughter came into the world. She was the first member of the family that I began to build for myself as an adult. I love and miss her terribly.

Over the weekend, I tried to be normal and to cope with my feelings of loss. Typically, I tried to keep busy taking care of the things that need to be taken care of at home. But sometimes the place where you live, that place you’ve filled up with memories can feel like a prison.

With a crazed sense of urgency it seemed that I might lose my mind if I stayed in this house one second longer. I had to flee. The feelings washed over me in a panic.

My motorcycle provided the perfect escape.

There is something healing in those two simple wheels. I experienced that when I lost my dad last year. Being immersed in the task at hand, being focused on what you’re doing allows you to ignore all of the nagging stresses, the hurts, the aspects of your life that you just want to turn off.

I think I would have had a complete meltdown this weekend were it not for the ability to ride, to get away from the part of myself I didn’t want to deal with.

Two-wheels to healing.

April in Montauk – Where Tigers Roam

When my eyes popped open on Saturday morning, the rest of the house was fast asleep. All week long the weatherman had been calling for sunshine and temperatures in the 50s. It was my day to head out for a ride.

After spending a lot of time off of the bike, the natural rhythm and routine of getting yourself dressed and on the road is a little… rusty. It is an act I’ve completed a million times, but I nearly dropped my Tiger as I rolled it out of the garage. It was a reminder that being complacent after a long layoff isn’t such a great idea.

For no reason whatsoever other than just because, I decided to head east. All the way east, to Montauk.

By the time I’d finished my journey out to The End, the wind was gusting. I think they were a little aggressive in calling for mid-50s. I was positively chilled through. That feeling stayed with me long after I was home again and then into the night.

With no timetable, no plan, no place to be – I stopped at the IGA market and picked up some turkey, an orange and a bottle of water then moseyed over to Theodore Roosevelt County Park to sit and eat.

There was a nice view of the horses at Deep Hollow Ranch. I talked to them for a few minutes and they just looked at me like I was nuts. The story of my life.

Feeling cold, I worked my way over to Spring General Store for coffee. They’ve got a nice, sunny porch to sit on.

As soon as I swung my leg over to dismount my bike, a guy pulled in on a Versys. He join me on the porch and we sat talking bikes and life for about an hour. A really nice fella.

When I left he shook my hand and said ‘you’re the real deal.’ Not sure what he was expecting when he first sat down with me but I guess I’ll take that as a compliment :)

The Universe Has Spoken – Explore More!

Sometimes you can just be moving through the world, minding your own business and then whammo! The universe has a message for you. Or… maybe I’m just a kook?

I’ve talked about it before, seeing signs. When I looked down and saw the little red label, I felt like I was *meant* to find it.

Yes, I realize how crazy that sounds.

As the years march on I become evermore aware of just how many places I want to go and explore, how many things I want to see. And in those imaginings, I am most often getting there on a motorcycle.

Where does your imagination take you?