This love of the road has a strong hold on me. I need to find a way to answer it's call.
Song lyrics are haunting me. . .
"Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free. . . "
- Jim Croce
How was I to know in May 2013, after only being on the road a couple of months, that I would be spoiling my future? That I would fall so madly in love with the road that I may never be able to live stationary again.
"I hear it call
Sounds so sweet and plain
I gotta go, baby
Because the road's my middle name."
- Bonnie Raitt
If this all sounds very romantic, well, that's because it is. My romance with that asphalt is as real as any romance I've ever known. The independence of my own ride, my own hands steering my bike, determining my path, following my heart, is the only thing I can think about now.
When I was in Alaska riding my friend's Sportster down to Homer, I had this incredible epiphany. There was a moment when the clouds opened and the sun shone through on the two lane Sterling Highway ahead. I was overcome with a sense of autonomy, this breathtaking singularity.
"I can go anywhere. . . I can go anywhere I want to go. I don't need anyone to go with me either."
It was if, for the first time in my life, I had liberty. Finally, I was emancipated from my own fears.
"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free."
- Kris Kristofferson
I want to be unattached. I want to own nothing that I'm not willing to let go. Even if I lost my motorcycle I hope I would not lose my freedom.
You know, we may own our things, but they in turn own us.
Though I want to be on the road, perhaps I am not actually free. Perhaps now, the road owns me.
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