Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Sweet Freedom

I'll let you in on a deep, dark secret. A dream I have always had is to motorcycle across the country. Not just from freeway to freeway, but explore small towns, and Route 66, and meet AMERICA. Yeah, not going to happen, I know. But wouldn't it be great?

Do I have a motorcycle? No. Do I know how to ride a motorcycle? No. I've ridden on the back of one along the notorious Hwy 17 from San Jose to Santa Cruz and back at a very high rate of speed, but that's a story for another post. But I do love motorcycles. And if I were childless, jobless, and rich, I would buy one. And I would ride the heck out of it!

That said, I'm really craving a road trip. Like the little ones my girlfriends and I used to go on in college. No particular destination or schedule. Just a car, tunes, windows down, and space to laugh, sing really loudly, and dream a bit. But heck, these days I would be happy with a trip to the beach with something other than The Wiggles playing over the van stereo!!

Then again, I wouldn't mind tagging along next time my brother goes HERE!


heather said...

Oh wow. That sounds SO cool! There is definitely something to be said for heading out on the highway, no particular place to go. The song "Born to be Wild" springs to mind... Great post!

Dave said...

You *must* share that Highway 17 story sometime.

Oh wait, Mom reads this blog. Never mind.

And yes, the water really is that color.

Judyy said...

Thanks for sharing your bro's blog with us--delicious pix!

And hey, your kids are GOING to grow up one of these days, so don't let go of your "born to be wild" dream!

Kristen said...

Hwy 17? Motorcycle? Fast motorcycle?


But then, Dad carefully raised all 3 of us to be wary of those things (something about working for an unsurance company...)

But a road trip? That sounds like fun!