In the 1980's and 90's, I used to slam the vacation road in a VW diesel Golf.
My concept of vacation planning was to head west and make a right at North Dakota... or wander southwest until... I needed three days to get home.
Once I was having such a good time in Pitkin, Colorado after taking on a new identity for two weeks, that I left there on a Friday evening and had to be back at work Sunday morning in York.
For the past six years, my vacation has been motivated by a motorcycle. Sure there is something wonderful about driving a few hundred miles and filling up with $10 of fuel, but with simple frugality comes a richness of experience.
Smells are richer, those you come in contact seem kinder because of your vulnerability. Fellow riders strike up a conversation without pause.
Once you loose two wheels and let the air pour though your clothes, it's hard to hide in a car during a vacation again.
Cars are for work. Cars are filled with fast food wrappers and stress.
My bike is freedom.
Next: 1259 miles of adventure in five days.
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