So, The return trip will look like this for travel:
Day 1: NC, TN
Day 2: AL, MS, AR
Day 3: AR, OK
Day 4: Off bike
Day 5: TX, NM, CO
Its gonna be fun! I had originally written the work ‘Epic’, but in retrospect, it’s not really EPIC. Now, a motorcycle trip from here to Spain, or around the world would be EPIC. but just a few thousand miles doesn’t quite qualify for the word, ‘Epic’.
After looking at some other ideas, I think my plan is to leave right at midnight Monday night. So I’ll make sure the bike is packed up Sunday afternoon and ready to go (minus fuel). I’ll come home Monday afternoon after work and grab supper, call Robin, Caleb, Shelby, and Andie, then hit the sack for about a 5 hour nap. I’ll set my alarm for 11:30 PM and get up and head out at Midnight, Monday night.
The plan is to knock out my Iron Butt ride Tuesday, from 00 hrs Tuesday morning to around 1630 hrs Tuesday afternoon. This should put me around Louisville, Ky. for day 1, just shy of 1100 miles.
I hope to arrive in Louisville around 1630 hrs (4:30 PM). I’ll get a room so I can get a good night’s sleep and a good meal.
Day 2, my brother Mark’s place near Bean Station, TN. I should be there around lunchtime, which will give me a good half day to visit and rest up from the marathon the day before.
Day 3, a quick trip through the Blue Ridge to Statesville and to see my beautiful family!!
So, what do you do on a February day in Colorado when there is snow on the ground and the temp is busting at the seams at 42? You start thinking about your summer trips of course.
I’m getting excited about the trip back to North Carolina this summer and started jotting a list of packing items for the trip. So far I have clothes, camping items, and gadget stuff on the list:
3 – pairs of running pants (to wear under my motorcycle pants)
2 – pairs of jeans
4 – Tshirts (3 short sleeve and 1 long sleeve)
2 – button up shirts (for looking presentable)
4 – under shorts (never get caught with dirty drawers)
6 – pairs of socks (4 riding socks, 2 t-shoes socks)
1 – pair of tennis shoes (for when I’m not riding)
1 – pair of flip flops (just because its summer)
1 – pair PJ shorts (my cutoff sweat pants)
1 – PJ shirt
1 – pair of nice shorts
1 – belt (versatile, can be worn w/jeans or shorts)
1 – swim trunks
1 – ball cap
1 – pair of sunglasses
1 – rain suit
1 – pair of gloves (summer, will be wearing)
1 – pair of riding pants and Jacket (joe rocket, breathable)
1 – towel
1 – cell phone charger
1 – Cardo Packtalk charger
1 – gopro charger
1 – map of the U.S.
And the camping stuff:
1 – lightweight sleeping bag
1 – hammock w/slapstraps
1 – rain fly w/stakes
1 – jetboil
1 – pack of coffee packets
3 – Mountain House meals (will replenish when needed)
1 – flashlight
1 – hygiene pack (to include toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, etc)
Miscellaneous motorcycle stuff:
1 – kickstand puck
1 – can of LP spray cleaner & polish w/rag
1 – can of chain lube
1 – motorcycle cover
Now, there are other items I travel with (for safety) that are necessities, but do not need mentioning (those with ears, let them hear). The trick will be to get it all to fit on Pearl. I plan on using both panniers, a rear seat bag, and a tank bag. I haven’t purchased the rear seat bag yet, but I will get picks as soon as I do.
Turning 50 is a lot like getting your first bloody nose: You see it coming from a mile away and you’re dreading the event every second, but after it happens, you realize it wasn’t that bad after all and suddenly, you’re not scared to lean into a punch anymore.
I played in my church’s annual turkey bowl this year (football game) and I am certainly feeling my age right now. I’ve had a whole year to get use to the idea that I’m turning 50, but I honestly would have liked a few more years to get used to the idea. The turkey bowl turned out to be the “old” guys against the “young” guys, and for all the nay sayers, the “Old” guys won! But that’s not the point of this blog.
Watching our young men on the field, I was very impressed with the way they carried themselves, the way they were competitive, the way they didn’t back down from the task in front of them. The were young MEN in every sense of the word: Strong, determined, forgiving, and purposed. The young men of the Road give me a hope for the future of our community. Even though they aren’t my children, I am proud of them none the less.
Knowing the caliber of the men around me, it makes turning 50… not so bad.