Join Date: Jul 2011
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Coming back to this thread three years later.
Thanks everyone for all the cool compliments. I'm just a novice biker that got away with doing a long trip without dying. That was such a weird time in my life. I had just been fired from a job for saying the F word. I had just fallen out with a girl I had been hanging out with for a year. We were supposed to go to Europe together but I had to end up going by myself because I'd already paid for shit when she kicked me out of her life (because I told her I was in love with her...) This trip happened a few weeks after getting back from that.
So yeah, I didn't set out to do 9000 miles on a sport bike. That's just silly. I actually set out to run away from my problems and I didn't care about anything sensible.
First, I was just going to visit my family in Houston Texas. Tail of the dragon and Blue Ridge was on the way so I did them. Then my one high school friend lived in Austin, so that wasn't much farther. Then my one Army friend lived in Tucson, so that wasn't much farther. Then two high school friends in Los Angeles, another Army friend in Monterey, another friend in Denver, one in Kansas, one in West Virginia, and before I knew it, bang... Lap of the country.
Almost died 3 times.
Time#1 - Went to pass traffic on Highway 1 on the California coast. Somehow didn't see oncoming cars and had to ride the centerline. Got lucky on that one. That could have been a head on collision with a roll down a cliff to the ocean.
Time#2 - Riding highway 36 across Northern California about 4 days later. Middle of nowhere, riding at a brisk pace (had like 5000 miles worth of constant riding to boost confidence at this point), front end hit gravel that was in a shadow, washed out and caught at the last millisecond before eating shit and ending up in a valley 50 miles from anything. Right leg instinctively tried to go down and catch the fall (something that would work on a bicycle), got whipped back by the rushing pavement, and hit my passenger peg, producing a nice fat, blood soaked bruise on my calf.
Time#3 - about 10 minutes after time#2, I did the exact same thing AGAIN only didn't hit my leg. Toned it right the **** down after that.
Besides all the motorcycle related stuff I learned on the ride, I learned a lot about myself too. I learned that a lot of the people I visited had bigger problems than me. Hadn't seen anyone in over ten years, since we were in our teens or early 20's. Visited a total of twelve people and only 3 were doing well. Everyone else was a mess. Families with drug problems, broken marriages, bad decisions that had set the tone for the rest of some people's lives. Most places I visited, I was thankful that in a day or two I was going to be getting on my bike and rolling the hell out of there. I felt thankful that I even had the option of going on a soul searching trip. There's some hard times going on out there. If you've got a job, a bike, and a place to ride, take stock. You're in a good place. Take care of your life, think about what you do, what you spend money on, who you marry, and don't screw it up.
Now for some happy ending type shit...
Not long after my big trip, I started dating another girl. It was prolly too soon coz still feelings for the first girl but whatever, somehow I didn't screw it all up. She was different right from the start. She was actually in to me romantically. I didn't have to walk on egg shells with her. She wasn't *****y, she didn't constantly take things I said the wrong way. It wasn't like trying to live up to an impossible standard all the time. She also had a ZX6R!! Going on year 3 now and we are still together and things are still good. Still have our bikes, still ride together. We are going on a big trip soon, so I may have to post up a thread about that. I don't want to jinx it by running my mouth but it's going to be fairly epic.