|2013 - Sylvia & I warm up our bikes. |
We're meeting Laurie & Virginia to head for Billings, MT.
It never fails. Never. Anticipation rises like steam from a boiling tea kettle. Judy and I laugh about my restlessness. “Journey Fever?” she asks. I own right up to it.
I go to bed, but sleep is short on the night before a big ride. Last-minute rememberings of items to check or to bring cross my mind. And, the first day’s route loops behind closed eyelids. Journey Fever.
Finally asleep, my eyes fly open an hour before time to get up. When I’m about to take off on a big trip, I need no alarm clock. I should try to rest, but in thirty minutes, climb out of bed anyway.
Dressing is quick and easy; I'd laid everything out the night before. Layer by layer, in the order that I will put it on. My black over-the-ankle boots will be the last, right before I head out the door.
A light breakfast, and I am ready to roll. Clutches out. Big Red has been pre-ride-inspected to make sure she’s roadworthy. Her saddlebags and trunk are loaded, and she's turned around to face the garage door so we can ride straight out.
If I’m meeting up with a buddy, I wait to leave so I can be there a few minutes before the appointed time. But, if traveling alone or scheduled to rendezvous at the end of the day, I depart at first light. It’s no problem if I arrive at our destination early, or if I have to wait for my friend somewhere on the road, that’s okay. Because I am ON THE ROAD. The journey has begun.
~ xoA ~