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!