Road Tripping: The Self-Torture of More, More, More

How many times have you been here in your life? Left or right? The blue pill or the red pill? Whatever choice you make puts a different chain of events in to motion.

at the crossroads

Right = Hotel
Left = More, more, more

When I’d reached this sign it was dinner time – the time of the day when it would be smart for me to think about packing it in and finding a hotel. If I chose going to the right a nice relaxing evening awaited. Naturally, I chose left.

According to the EXIF data I took this picture at 5:40pm. According to my camera roll, my last photo of the day was another 2 hours later and it would be at least another hour on top of that when I finally zeroed in on a hotel. This left or right was the point that “well, since I’m in the neighborhood” became a little too obsessive.

Save for eating some trail mix and a banana in gas station parking lot, I hadn’t eaten since breakfast at the Wellsboro Diner. My mood is the first thing to suffer when I don’t eat properly. I go from being happily curious to becoming anxious about things that are easily dealt with under normal, sufficiently hydrated circumstances.

Generally speaking, I don’t get crazy about finding a place to stay, the weather, or focus on a random smell that passes through the air. But when being more tired and hungry than I care to admit to myself factor in – I become ridiculous. (What’s that smell? Is that burning? Is my bike on fire? Those look like tornado clouds. What if every hotel from here to Florida is booked?)

This self-torturing ritual is something that I go through when I travel alone. I think it might be my way of trying to wring every last drop out of the day. Very often I feel like my day-to-day life is stationary so when I get out and get free it’s hard to reel myself in from trying to see more, more, more.

Besides, why would I want to waste time sitting in a well air-conditioned hotel or drinking an ice-cold beer in a restaurant when I could be out riding through clouds of bugs in the quickly approaching dark, dodging critters and Bigfoot and werewolves? 


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Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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6 Responses

  1. That has been my hardest choice…whether to stay on my original intended route or to detour. The detour has been the best mis-adventures. Just remember to stop and eat…those local hole in the wall places are the best food and the best people you’ll ever meet.

    • Fuzzygalore says:

      Yea – local mom & pop places often tell the real story of a place. Though sometimes I can’t help but feel like an interloper. They KNOW you arent from there and it can feel like I’m eavesdropping 🙂

  2. Chris says:

    Right or left, that is not really a decision is it? Seems like a no brainer if there is still a few hours of daylight left!

  3. Shybiker says:

    I get your point, having faced similar choices many times. We all make decisions for ourselves. I remind myself that the reason I’m out there is to have fun, so when the fun stops, I should too. There’s no reason to push into drudgery.

  4. Ry Austin says:

    Fuzz, I can totally relate: I experience occasional spells of on-the-road anxiety. I can only attribute it to my tendency to skip breaks for food and drinks, often for the entire day. I suppose that it’s that blasted law of inertia: Objects at rest tend to stay at rest; objects in motion… Well, they just tend to keep motating.

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