vanzen@rockerboxer.com wrote:Sounds like a good adventure, Chuey !
Always curious to me, however, will be our propensity to describe an MC trip
in all too familiar terms as being a somehow macho / combative / test of mettle or survival,
"Me and my MC against the cruel cruel vagaries of the road ... and I made it back to the couch !"
The most "challenging" incidents of that journey
being the ones which will be cited most frequently as highlights ...
Will anyone simply enjoy the pleasure of MC-tripping ?
Miles traveled to be cherished as something more emotionally substantial than a plea for validation ?
Just asking.
(not an indictment by any means ...
1st person narrative intended as self-incrimination)
I went back and read my post so I knew if I whined. I think I more or less bragged and almost enough to be ashamed of. It's not like I showed you pictures of my grandchildren.........but that may be coming. It is true, though, that the trip through the desert is tough on me. You have me there. Basically, I go there on the bike because for me, it is an adventure. Actually, it is a test of mettle for me. I wish I'd have said that in those words. I'm full aware that the worst or hardest parts of trips or events become the strongest memories. I don't have the writing skills to say in any way I would expect someone to read, what all the cool details were. Well, that is, not after reading Hunter S Thompson's "Sausage Monster" essay. After that, I figure I'd better stick with "It was hot!" "I made it home. This time, I didn't burn myself." Yes, it is trial and triumph (Small "t" on that triupmh, enigma.).
Best part: Virgin River Gorge. Both directions, Paladin and I owned that road. (Bike is "Paladin". All black. No gun. Will travel.) People in cars only could have thought that Cal Crutchlow had heisted a Beemer for the day. OK, some people in cars must have thought "Man, he's missing the scenery!" You really should see the Virgin River Gorge. It is one of the most spectacular pieces of road I've seen. That is due to the rock formations - seven miles worth - that play with your mind's idea of level. I'd like to see a geologist's cornputer generated re-enactment of how that place was formed. Hills jut up on angles that contradict other hills that just up on different angles. It is truly disorienting and baffling. You go from boring desert road to this attraction in about a quarter of a mile. The road is rough. The bends, sweeping. I wish I had a movie of it to show here. Instead, watch for pictures of my grandchildren!
Chuey
