Throwback Thursday: Ride the Lightning

Throwback Thursday: Ride the Lightning

This morning I was thinking about all of the wonderful people and unexpected friendships that I’ve made because of the internet. My upcoming trip overseas will be with Ed and Pimmie, people that I met on the internet. Hell, I met my husband Kenny on a group ride with people from a forum.

For kids who have been exposed to it for their whole lives, this may seem “normal,” but at 40 years old, I have been able to witness the progression of not having any internet, to some static-laden whirs and buzzes and you’ve got mail, to having the world at your fingertips in your pocket at all times.

fuzzygalore ride the lightning

What does this have to do with anything? Well,…

For today’s Throwback Thursday, I’ve got a GoPro snapshot taken in California when Kenny and I were riding to meet up with Ed at the big shoe in Bakersfield. Out there in the dry hills there was nowhere to hide from the lightning. I remember feeling scared, not knowing if we should keep moving forward or turn around.

Opening up to meet people who you get to know online has been positive overall for me. I’ve gone to places and had experiences I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. Sometimes you’ve just got to take a chance and ride the lightning.

2 Replies to “Throwback Thursday: Ride the Lightning”

  1. I hear ya’. The web magically makes the world both smaller, through the friendships we forge with faraway folks, and larger, through our exposure to exotic peoples and places. Hell, back in my day, OUR window on the world was Etch A Sketch (all the kids roll their eyes and sigh).

    Assuming that you haven’t yet had your fill of such electrifying experiences (ba-dump tschhh), in preparation for your next lightening ride (a supercool photo, by the way), you ought to pull a Doc Brown and equip the Ural or Royal E to harness that awesome power, and ride…

    Back to the Future!

    Yeah, you could warn your future self about your past misadventures… (Wait. Wait a minute. That’s not how it works.)

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