Last Thursday after tidying up the last of my pressing tasks at work, I set off on my motorcycle. With a week worth of vacation time blocked off on the calendar, I had a few things scribbled on the notebook of my mind to visit.
Sightseeing, that’s what I would be doing. But maybe not in the most traditional sense. The way I envisioned it was more like just floating in the world until it was time to come home. The idea was to see part of America that doesn’t look like where I live.
It is now Friday morning and I have returned home. A lot happened while I was away doing nothing.
- I completed a 24-hr Motorcycle endurance Rally (The VOID 10)
- Rode 4,000 miles through 10 states
- Hugged people who are more important than they know
- Rode through blinding rain and cringed watching lightning
- Worried about unnecessary things
- Rode in temperatures ranging from 40-85 degrees
- Made new friends
- Talked to strangers
- Felt scared
- Basked in the glow of serendipity
- Dropped my motorcycle
- Sang out loud in my helmet
- Saw amazing sunrises
- Took byways, back roads, highways, Interstates
- Watched fields roll away to the horizon
- Felt far away from home
- Ordered a pizza to my hotel room and ate 1/2 of it
- Wondered why I live where I do
- Was never more sure that I don’t know anything about anything
- Was hypnotized by wind turbines
- Felt my heart break for a woman who wept while talking to me
- Didn’t know if I made the right choice
- Saw Superman
- Contemplated buying Underoos
- Looked ugly
- Came to understand that I don’t know what half of those machines on a farm do
- Wore the same shirt for 6 days
- Didn’t drink enough water
- Had chapped lips
- Took in the tremendous-ness of the landscape
- Missed my family
- Saw Santa Claus
- Was surprised
- Thought and thought and thought all day long
My trip was tremendous on a personal level. I don’t think I’ve ever been more in touch with or at least grasping at parts of myself that seem like they’re often asleep at the wheel.
Travel is a gift. It’s rewards are felt long after you’ve stopped moving.