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Roadtripping: Living with the Road Ghosts

Roadtripping: Living with the Road Ghosts

After a road trip is over there are ghosts from the journey that move through my mind. They are the whispers of people who have crossed my path. People that I will likely not see again.

Though I may have waved goodbye, these ghosts have left a mark, an impression uniquely their own on my life. Perhaps it was imparted wisdom, a good laugh, a kind smile or some… intangible thing that made their presence important.

There are moments when I feel sad that these interactions are so fleeting. But more often I know that part of their romantic flair is because they are transient. You see their best, their finest and they you. What you get is a perfect moment that doesn’t have to bother with fully realized reality.

I met this fine gentleman while in West Virginia in May. Being a fellow motorcyclist made it easy to strike up a conversation.

road ghosts

He had a lyrical drawl that made his stories captivating. The more he talked the more I conjured up this image of his life as a series of swashbuckling adventures. Each fantastical tale was peppered with down-home wisdom, thoughtful reflection and served up with twinkling eyes and a hearty laugh. In the movie of his life, he’d be played by Robert Duvall.

This man is one of my road ghosts. My life was enriched from meeting him along the way. Someone’s time can be the greatest gift in the world.

MotoBlogger Meet-Ups: Have You Had Good Luck?

MotoBlogger Meet-Ups: Have You Had Good Luck?

the gang on the cherohala

Have you had any experience with meeting up with other riders that you ‘got to know’ either through their comments on your blog or from reading theirs? I’ll extend that out to people that you chit-chat with on Twitter, forums, G+, Instagram and Facebook while I’m at it.

in yosemite

Do you think that reading peoples posts and looking at their photos gives you a fair impression of what they’re like before you meet them in person?

pimmie and me going to stelvio

kenny & meAs it turns out, I actually met my husband Kenny 287 years ago on a group ride that was organized on a forum that we both frequented. Life is mysterious. Nerds on motorcycles found love through 1s and 0s.

I rub digital elbows with so many people who seem cool or interesting that I’d like to meet in person. But then I convince myself that they’d hate me if they met me in person. Kenny says I have mental problems. Which then furthers me down the introvert path. Nobody likes a crazy broad. Am I right?

Have you had good luck meeting online moto-friends in person?

 

On the Tail of the Comets Comes a Girlie Motorcycle Rider

On the Tail of the Comets Comes a Girlie Motorcycle Rider

bill haley and the comets music notes chester paMy travels during the Void Rally 8 brought me to Chester, Pennsylvania. The bonus site was a tribute to Bill Haley and the Comets who recorded at a local radio station. Though the building and its musical history were torn down and lost to time, there are 2 black rubber musical notes embedded in the sidewalk.

…All that remains now are the anonymous inlays in the sidewalk on Crosby Street, cracked with age. Take a picture of a note inlaid in the sidewalk.

When I pulled up to 5th & Crosby I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I pulled into a parking lot and opened my topbox to read my rally book. As I stood looking at the pages, I caught a glimpse of a grandfatherly man walking with a little girl of about 4 or 5. I could feel their gaze fixed on me from about 50 yards.

After reading the rally book entry for the bonus, I closed up my topbox and set off walking across the street looking for the music notes.

By the time I photographed the music notes and walked back to my motorcycle, the man and the little girl were standing in front of my bike. I smiled and gave a nod, getting myself ready to shove off again.

As I stood there momentarily, the man walked towards me and said something. I still had my helmet on with my earplugs in so I let him know and asked him to speak up.

“How you doin’ t’day?”

“Doing great! You?”

“My little friend over here wanted to come get a look at you. I told her that you were a girl but she wasn’t so sure.”

I looked toward the little girl who had her face cradled between the bars of the parking lot fence . She was holding on with both hands and swinging one leg. She stared at me curiously.

I waved to her and laughed. “Oh, I’m definitely a girl, alright.”

“Oh, I know. I told her. But she had to see for herself.”

And with that, he put his hand on my shoulder as if to say take care and walked back to the little girl smiling.

He once again took the little girl’s hand and they walked back the way that they came. She kept looking back, stealing glances at me. As I exited the lot, I honked and waved to her once more.

It has been over a week now since I saw that little girl and I haven’t forgotten about the inquisitive twinkle in her eye. I hope that she doesn’t forget the lady on the motorcycle or at least the idea that if they want to… girls can ride motorcycles, too.