“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
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WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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Lurker for a month or so, first comment.
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.