Day 9: Aurora to Stockton – Hello to Mom
September 3, 2017
I slept a little restlessly the night before this ride. When I woke, I felt myself stalling and distracted – staying in bed after my alarm,…
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I slept a little restlessly the night before this ride. When I woke, I felt myself stalling and distracted – staying in bed after my alarm,…
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The dilemma: I am on a motorcycle and I am 20 minutes from my destination and it starts to downpour. Do I stop under an overpass…
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I don’t know if it was the heat, the altitude or just plain old dehydration, but a headache had settled into then base of my skull…
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Hello Colorado, my old friend. I am still a native. Today was a day of Rocky Mountain highs. Rocky Mountain air and Rocky Mountain reunions. Okay,…
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Time zones are messing with me. I hit road in Nevada two days ago what I originally thought was an hour later than I wanted, but…
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“You are an unusual person; riding alone across the country on a motorcycle.” “Thanks,” I responded with a grin. The innkeeper prefaced that comment with “It…
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No knows you’re crying when you’re in a helmet… And alone, on a motorcycle, on a two lane blacktop, in the middle of nowhere, sliding through…
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I vacillated between scared, excited, nervous, intimidated, antsy, hopeful, jittery, and optimistic with a undercurrent of panicked stress all week. Where did the time go? But…
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Holy crap! I am hitting the road in less than a week; in just five days. Thursday morning, bright and early, geared up, I ride off…
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