Thursday, February 28, 2013

It Just Got Real

And so our journey begins. . .

Our apartment got leased today, so we are finally moving out. We had been riding it out, hoping it would get released to new residents so we could break our lease. This would save us a great deal of money, so we have been chewing our nails with worry lately. But this evening we got the news. We move out in 5 days.

We will be staying with family on and off for the next 6 weeks. We have a few trips scheduled for work, as well as a trip to visit my lovely daughter and her sweet fiance in Bakersfield, CA. Still having a few local commitments that we intend to keep, we have been doing our best to stick to our launch date of April 15, 2013. This has always been just a number, until now.

Essentially, in 5 days, we're really homeless. We begin the vagabond lifestyle, moving as transients between this location and that, shuffling, shifting and switching "stations". The only two things that change on April 15th are the lack of a calendar full of commitments and staying local to San Diego, CA. We are free to roam, without a schedule, for 6 months, or perhaps longer.

I find myself overwhelmed with emotions, really unable to put my finger on any of them. Perhaps tomorrow it will sink in, or after everything is packed and we're moved out. . .

We have 5 days to focus, decide what to pack and what to keep. Complicating matters is the fact that I've taken on a new client and I will be required to attend a handful of 4-day conferences over the summer. I'll be packing a suitcase of "work attire" and have it ready to be shipped to meet me at each conference location. I'm also in the process of hiring an assistant with our company to free me up to take on this new challenge. It is all manageable, but getting everything in order before we leave is the hardest part.

For a Mom who drove the school carpool, sold Girl Scout cookies, face painted at the school carnival, wore modest church-lady clothing, and took pride in my orderly, tidy home, this is one helluva departure. I think about who I was just 3 short years ago and I can hardly believe the incredible growth I've made!

I hope you'll follow us as we travel near and far on our website Road Pickle, where the wind blows us, and wish us well. Let us know when we blow your way so we can meet you at your favorite road and ride some miles together, seeing your part of the world with you as our local guide. This trip I've long since dreamed about seemed so distant for so many months. And now suddenly, it just got real.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Road Pickle

Husband and wife, two motorcycles, 6 months, 48 states, and only the gear we can carry. . .

With Highway on his Honda ST 1300 named Blackbird and me on my Kawasaki Ninja 500 named Katie Scarlet, we have vowed to venture off to see America. It reminds me of the song by Simon and Garfunkle, America about two lovers who take off on a Greyhound bus to see the country;

"Kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America"

Since I was 19 I have loved this song. The entire album played tirelessly in my Toyota pickup as I rumbled from work to home and home to work as a secretary in my horrible rut. I was single, dating, and lonely. Having broken away from my abusive life with my mother, I had no sense of direction, so security, no home. I wanted to wander, see America, but due to a lifetime of abuse, I was filled with fear.

20+ years later, with my new husband Highway I've found my home, in his arms. He's gentle, brilliant, funny and kind. He knows me, understands me, and loves me so. Anywhere I go, if he's with me, I feel at home. It is still nice to spend time with my girlfriends without him, but when I want to come home, I just need to come to him. This trip excites me instead of frightening me, mostly because I'm never far from home if he's within reach.

We've launched a new site to journal our adventure, Road Pickle. My business/personal blog Tina Walker will also have information about how we do our jobs on the road and why we've chosen this career. Our entire lives, including our joint careers, have been designed to take a trip like this, to be mobile, to live anywhere we choose.

I hope you'll follow along with us, but I have a question. When will you take off on your motorcycle and see America?

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Friday, February 8, 2013

Hitting the Streets ~ Finally

We spent day after day in a local parking lot, practicing it all. Tight turns, quick stops, downshifting, backing the bike into tight spots, etc. Highway patiently gave me tips on accelerating before letting out the clutch, praised me every time I stopped, and encouraged me to do more every session. Each day went better than the last, even while dodging all of the homeless people who walked in front of me as I practiced in the enormous empty parking lot.

We decided to ride across the street and practice parking against the curb at the brewery. I did almost perfect, losing my balance a bit, having never parked on a sloped street before. Katie Scarlet and I both survived unscathed and we treated Highway to a break at the bar.

I woke up on Thursday, feeling as ready as I was ever going to get to try the traffic of downtown San Diego. Our underground parking has a very steep slope to pull out of the garage, so I let Highway get Katie to the street. After that, she was all mine.

It felt so good to ride on the streets, to watch the streetlights, stop and go, watch for other vehicles, and maneuver my way through potholes and pedestrians. I felt more at peace with Katie Scarlet as we climbed up Bankers Hill and made our way to my doctor appointment. Riding back into downtown afterwards was just as exhilarating, but the streets were much busier due to it being mid-afternoon.

We settled on tacos for lunch, my favorite meal, and toasted my tiny success. The day went better than I had hoped, which filled me with gratitude. I tried to take it one moment at a time, stay focused, stay in the present.

I can't wait to get out again. . .
Getting Tacos After Riding!

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About Sash

People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the rude biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)