WanderLust calling, can I speak with Kevin?
How do I get stir crazy in a year round riding environment?
I want to climb Mt. Everest. Wife says no, and I can't blame her. Things get dodgy when I hit the 4th rung on a ladder. I wanted to go fishing for crab a year ago; damned Discovery channel fills my head with notions of unrealistic adrenaline fueled danger. "Man vs. Wild", Bear Grylls should say "Do what I do and die." Les Stroud is the man.
My daughter started calling me "Dude", now I call her "Dudette", we're a team. Hard charging into a life of email, cellphones, Peep and the Big Wide World, baked chicken with broccoli and carrots, "using the whole fist there Doc?"... which among these earn me the right to be called "Dude"?
Hey Jackson, is overblown drama the modern substitute for action? Technology makes us pussious.
No beer make Homer crazy...
Just about the time I start itching for an adventure my trusted touring companion, one of the very few people I'd blindly trek into the deep dark unknown with, he goes and gets a new job. New Job = no vacation time for a year, ugh. He tried to get me to commit to an ambitious "Hit every state east of the Mississippi in '07" roadshow and, at that moment, I avoided the commitment. Words are promises, not intentions.
I celebrate for him though, he deserves a slice of good pie and a cup of hot joe.
2007 should bring an adventure worthy of writing down and preserving for future generations. These eyes are wide open, a notebook at my side. I jot down things, places, people I should see. By spring maybe they'll congeal into a loose travel route, by summer I should roll, by winter the GS should need an overhaul.
So many things to do, so little time.