Scratch another one off of the bucket list!
I know, I know. I sound like a broken record when I ask you if you think things are meant to be or if you believe in luck or fate. But… sometimes circumstances just seem too perfect that calling it a coincidence just doesn’t seem like enough.
When you break down all the hours, minutes and seconds in people lives, the probability of putting random elements together is mind-boggling. One extra minute brushing your teeth, forgetting something in the house and going back inside for it, a u-turn on the street – it all changes the timing and outcome of every event that follows it.
On Saturday morning as I was exiting the highway in Pennsylvania, I pulled through the toll booth and out of the corner of my eye I saw an unmistakable yellow nubbin’ sticking up over the hedge of a motel parking lot. I knew right away what I was looking at. The banana car.
I zipped in the parking lot just as the banana driver was getting ready to leave. I parked, hopped off my motorcycle and said, “please, please, please, don’t pull away yet. I am so happy to see you!”
With that, he waited for me to get my phone out to snap a photo. While waiting he said, “wow, nice bike!” The only natural reply? “Thanks! Nice banana!”
And with that, the banana backed out and split. (sorry.) I was only sad that he didn’t peel out. (sorry again. I had to.)
What are the chances that I would run in to the banana car in Pennsylvania? It was almost as if it was meant to be. I can’t believe I got to see it without having to go search for it. The universe just served it up right to me.
I love it when that happens.
After finishing the Void Rally in Fredericksburg, Virginia instead of going straight home, I decided to use up some of my vacation time and take a little road trip. I left Virginia on Sunday morning heading southwest. I don’t really have much of a plan other than floating around trying to absorb parts of America that I don’t usually get to see. I’m writing this post from southern Illinois.
While riding along all day, I’ve got nothin’ to do but think. Hopefully some of that makes it to this here blog. Watching America roll by gives you lots to chew on. What a weird and wonderful place it is.
Guess I’d better get typing.
Thankfully Hurricane Joaquin tracked out into the Atlantic and didn’t hit Long Island with its full power. Even so, on Saturday the unrelenting rain and wind pelted us.
With the Void Rally looming at the end of the week and the less than ideal weather, I opted to stay in all day Saturday during which time I tried to carve out a rally route. My route seems lame. I’m hoping for divine intervention by Tuesday night. If anyone has one of those red phones under glass with a direct line to the big man, could you put in a good word for me?
When I got up on Sunday morning it was a relief to find that both the rain and wind had died away, leaving sunshine in their place. Deciding it was futile to continue to try whittle a route with my dull instrument, I opted to go for a ride instead. That’s usually good for snaking the clog in my brain drain.
On top of needing to think clearly, I’ve got a bike to break in!
As I followed along the north shore of the Island, I kept thinking about how miles feel different in different places. When you ride 25 miles on Long Island, it feels much different than when you ride 25 miles down the Blue Ridge Parkway or in Northern California or even the backroads in the Berkshires. I’m sure it comes down to familiarity, perspective and immersion in the environment. Being in a place that is “away” from where you live usually has a special polish to it. For me anyhow. Greener gras and all that.
I think I need more “away.”
I’ll be here all week, folks! Don’t forget to tip your waitress.