Times in danger: 3. The first close call was the wrong-side driver in Yellow Springs. The second was yesterday in PA, some dipshit damn near ran me off the road when the road narrowed from two lanes to one, as they tend to do in the mountains. Today, some kid in the parking lot turning left was cutting his turn really, really, really short. So short the shitbag almost ran into me while turning left while I was stopped.
All to be expected though, when you are living on the road. Whenever I get to thinking “maybe I shouldn’t be out here, doing this,” I remember that to live in fear of what if is not living at all.
After this blog post, I’m going back to my map to start marking and drawing lines.
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You know, for all the wishing I weren’t taking this journey alone, I must admit that I am having the time of my life. I just feel like I’m seeing a bunch of stuff that I never would have if I didn’t take this journey. I don’t know anyone else who “plans” like me… a biker asked me where I was headed today, and all I told him after thinking was “east.” He laughed, I guess he understood what I meant. In all honesty “east” was my plan. Just keep heading northeast along the lake edge or border, with occasional forays into nearby national forests. I think between riding through new cities, farms, and woodlands, I think I like riding through the woods the best, followed by the small villages that dot the highways I’ve been travelling. I still have to get my end-of-day routine down… I managed to find a motel where I have a reasonably good chance of not contracting herpes from the bed before sunset, but as things stand now it’s almost 11PM and I’m very far from being ready to go to sleep.
I guess I better wrap this up. I know I’m not giving much insight, but as life goes, sometimes learning just happens at a gradual rate, and only at the end of a particular journey can you realize how far you’ve gone.
-TJ
