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SummerRoadTrip_2013_DayOne


June 21, 2013

Summer Road Trip - Day One

I went through endless mental masturbation trying to leave for this jaunt; lots of reasons ‘why,’ none of which I have any control over. Doesn’t matter if I’m sitting in Winter Haven or cruising on Bessie2 - I still don’t have any control over circumstances - it’s not inside my hula hoop.

The weather Gods were with me today; looks like hell in many other parts of the country, but they smiled on Bessie2 and I today. Left Winter Haven at oh-dark-thirty, just as the sun was coming up. I don’t have to tell you about my trip across I-4 ....if you read my blog on a regular basis (which virtually no one does), you know I loathe I-4. After clearing the endless construction, I connected with 95 only to be immersed in ‘pea soup-like’ fog. Just north of St. Augustine it finally cleared up and it was smooth sailing until we hit rain south of Savannah.  I stopped in time to cover the pack and reluctantly pull my gators and slicker from the bags. I hate rain gear; rain gear is for pussies. I would rather just stop; of course if its the kinda rain that stays, ya gotta ride.

It was a fairly uneventful day; I stayed on interstate until Statesboro Georgia (Home of Statesboro Blues!), then went north on 25 - thank you God for two lane state highways! The yummy, refreshing smell of Georgia pine and hardly any traffic at all.  Cruised around the west side of Augusta and landed exactly where I needed to be - on 28 - which is the Savannah River Scenic Byway.  

Tired, just very tired.  
Thank you God for Safe Travel today.



“In a car you're always in a compartment, and because you're used to it you don't realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You're a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame. 

On a cycle the frame is gone. You're completely in contact with it all. You're in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.” 

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