the ride, a memory of 2004

i achieved a life long dream. i took the ride, the risks, the advice of no one. On memorial day of 2004 i set out from my cozy stable home in duluth, minnesota to live on my motorcycle for 6 weeks and see some of this land of the free, home of the brave, america.
First let me share a snippet of my past. i had your slightly worse than average dysfunctional upbringing and i've made it through sufferings that some only see on t.v. and in movies,... i had a moment of clarity in 1995 that has sustained 10 years of sobriety and renewal of spirit on the level of miracle.
i had quit making dreams for my life by the time i was 16, i had no reason to believe in them, everyday life was just about avoiding pain and getting numb anyway i could. i was a spiritually dead. how i ever got the audacity to pull myself up and thrive is still a mystery to me, but i did. and as i looked in the mirror everyday and faced the pains i'd spent a lifetime trying to avoid, layers of shame were lifted and the real person i was meant to be began to emerge. i was resurrected and so was my capacity to dream about the kind of life i really wanted, which included owning my own motorcycle. the dream continues to grow as i have put thousands of miles on my bike including a nearly 6,000 mile solo motorcycle trip last year. i love to ride, it's one of the few things in this life that feels right, and as i ride i don't do it just for me but for all the women who paved the way before me and all those with the glimmer of possibility lighting up their eyes. as i gear up for another summer on the road...i've got to throw out some deep love and gratitude to all the predecessor moto maidens and those yet to come ... "this ride's for you."

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2 wheels and a prayer

I'm sizing up the highways through yahoo maps as i make my schemes for a summer of soaring through the country on my motorcycle, on my own. don't get me wrong i'd like to have company but so many can't or won't take the time to just go out and ride, ride, ride. it's hard on the ass, it's dangerous, and it costs some money. i'm living by the i'll cross that bridge when i get to it philosophy or maybe living on 2 wheels and a prayer sums it up better.
so i'm thinking I'll leave the southwest and head up to colorado, maybe hit the ladies run in fairplay as i make my way to minnesota, the old homeland. once i've had my fill there i am headed for the big momma of all motorcycle rallies - the ineffable sturgis. Say what you will : overpopulated, sell outs, wannabes, commercialized...bla bla bla the soul is still there The Black Hills are a sacred place and once being there how could you not understand why people have been flocking there by the thousands for years, even centuries. well that's another story for another time. i'll be crossing the big sky country of montana, to visit some old beloved friends and travel companions. Then it is down the coast; riding the infamous west coast highway to another adventure in San Francisco.......

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