The Aiguille du Mdi in Chamonix, France was a once in a lifetime experience. Teetering at the tip of a mountain peak at over 12,000ft up, it was about as much as my wimpy little heart could handle.
From the moment I stepped into the cable car and we began our first stage of the ascent my legs felt like jelly. Even so, it was something I knew that I had to experience. I stood in the gondola looking at the floor, too scared to look out at the ground fading away.
When we stepped out of the tram and onto the first platform, I remember asking Kenny if he felt the mountain swaying too. Of course he didn’t. I think I was about to start hyperventilating. But up we went in the elevator to the upper most viewing level and out into the sunshine.
Taking in the view from the roof of the world was worth being scared.
Sometimes I go through periods of time where nothing seems to make any sense. I think I have mental problems. I can’t sit still, I can’t write, I can’t relax, I can’t be alone with my thoughts because I feel like I’m going to burst into a million pieces.
When these times come along, I do have the wherewithal to know I’m being a nut. And so I try to get my shit together, try to focus, try to work through whatever that underlying turbulence is.
Sometimes one of my go to things to get my head together is to write about my day. Even if it is just a sentence or two, I write down all sorts of things. (My drafts folder runneth over.) I never see these goofy tidbits as blog-worthy because they’re the peripheral pieces of my life that have nothing to do with motorcycles. And believe it or not, I do kinda-sorta try to keep things moto-related here. Even if it is something not really motorcycley but I just happened to think about while riding. When I deviate from that, I feel like I’m cheating on my own blog.
One method that helps me focus is to skim through my photos, pick one and write something that I remember about the time that it was taken.
This GoPro shot was taken along the Col du Mont Cenis. We were on our way to the town of Susa, Italy to meet our friend Pimmie. The blue of the water was surreal. Seeing something so magnificent makes you just want to cast off your suburban life and run away to stay in the mountains forever.
Do you know that feeling? The one where for a minute you contemplate what it would be to walk away from your current existence for a complete change. In that moment, you mean it with all your heart. Just ship me my kid and my dog and I’ll send you a postcard! Then logic and reason and those two fuckers guilt and responsibility come and rain on your parade. One day I want to be one of those people that tells those four jerks to go to hell.
It’s my Dutch brother from another mother, Pimmie!
The internet is really amazing. But it seems that not a week goes by when I don’t read about someone lamenting what childhood was like when we were growing up in the 70’s and 80’s.
We actually went outside. Kids just stare at screens all day now!
Yea, yea, grandpa. Don’t get your sweatervest in a knot. When it comes to the internet you get out what you put in. If you use it as a tool to enhance your life, well shit, what’s wrong with that?
Ed, Pimmie, Kennny and I all met years ago via a motorcycle forum. And here we are… years later still a real part of each other’s lives. My dudes – I love these guys 🙂
Have you made any deep friendships via the web?
Can you tell from my super-toothy grin that I was pretty excited to be at the top of the Col de L’Iseran? After seeing pictures of that dang sign on the web for years, it was incredible to be able to stand there soaking in the view with my own eyes.
We *may* have stuck one of our trip stickers on that sign. And a ZLA oval I had in my bag, just because.
Dream it. Work for it. MAKE IT HAPPEN!
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