“We gotta go and never stop going till we get there.”
“Where we going, man?”
“I don’t know but we gotta go.”— Jack Kerouac
Something Wonderful: Dream Rangers
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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I’ve got a custom Kawasaki 650 on my porch, I’m 72 years old, have been afraid to ride it for fear of a fall and a broken hip, but now… Thanks, man! This bike has been from northern Alaska to Ushuaia at the the tip of South America, I’ve got an Iron Butt thousand-mile patch siting on my bookcase but never sewn on to the ol’ leather jacket, but my kids keep telling me to grow up, I’m a geez, good for nuthin’ except baby-sitting and providing an inheritance and all of a sudden…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egMWlD3fLJ8
Thanks so much for this site!
I sometimes tease my wife that when I retire, I’m going to buy matching Harleys and we’ll go touring around. She’ll hear nothing of it, and frankly I’m not into bikes at all….I’m just teasing her. But I have heard that riding a bike offers the same feeling of complete freedom as flying a small plane does, only without leaving the ground.
Perhaps off topic, but I think I’ve seen this movie before…….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSvwmgWCJ2s
I tear up every time this video comes around.
My husband made the same joke about buying Harleys.
Very inspiring and I think about doing this kind of thing all the time but my wife will leave me if I do. Says she doesn’t intend to spend the remainder of my life doctoring road rash or pouring soup into my mouth as I drool my life away after a motorcycle wreck.
So, I have a small two seater convertible with 4 wheels vs two.
Turning 80 the first of October, bought a 1974 Balboa 26 sail boat this summer. Should have it ocean worthy before I hit 82.
A run from Prince William Sound to Japan’s Seto Inland Sea crossed my mind, but naw, I wouldn’t even have tried that when I was 20….
-or on second thought, I probably was dumb enough to back then.
What is it about driving motorcylces and cars into salt water? It’s not a good idea. The salt and sand will wreck your gear. Sheesh.