After nearly forty years of wanting to ride my own motorcycle across this wonderful country of ours, I’ve finally figured out a time that I’ll actually be able to make it happen.
I was able to retire from my telecommunications job at an early age, due to a buy out offer that was too good to be refused. After I retired, I thought this trip would be very near in the future.
However, a daughter’s marriage to an abusive man crumbled at about this same time. Being in a home with sufficient space to accommodate both she and her two-year-old daughter, we converted the majority of the basement into space for them to live with us.
Oh, did I forget to mention that she was pregnant too?
Grandma daycare came into existence—with the benefits far exceeding the financial compensation. Who can put a price tag on the love you can give and receive from grandchildren? I certainly haven’t been able to do so!
When the daughter and kids moved to another state, I was truly devastated by the gaping hole in my heart. Depression descended very quickly, and I must admit that it still hasn’t been completely overcome, even after seven long years.
Despite the passage of many years since I first dreamt of traveling cross country on two wheels, I am slowly developing a real plan to finally make it happen in the next three years.
So, even though it’s been decades since my first glimpse of the great American West, I can now foresee it actually happening, sometime soon after my sixtieth birthday! The idea of truly doing my solo journey, is only made sweeter by the years it has been maturing and taking form in my mind!