Saddle bags, courtesy of A Miles
TSR (The Second road)
TSR (The Second road)
Sunday I will be spending the day getting my sh*t together for leaving Monday morning. So probably no comments from me for a couple days. But I already have a terrific story to tell y'all on Monday--if the involved parties will allow it. So I guess you should be relieved--no comments, one quickie posting. More later in week. gotta learn how to use the GPS and new camera, guys. Thanks for reading my on-and-on-and-on writings tonight.
Imagine for yourself a young man, entertainer, musician, bartender, glad-hander, drunk, alcoholic. At home this extrovert became the complete opposite. He turned into an idiot, shaking, ready to live gloom-and-doom. This supposedly "happy" man-on-the-street, at home became a dedicated total and complete introvert, full of fear, paranoia, and alcohol. No doorbell nor telephone was EVER answered by this guy. I know. Actually, I knew him well. Well, actually, he was ME!
Flip ahead a good number of years, and you'll see a guy who DOES walk around talking to strangers, some believe him to be crazy, shooshing their children out of the way "of the madman" --grin!
And here goes this same madman, former "Mr Paranoia", riding fearlessly up the road to walk into strange meetings, in strange towns, and meet the same people I know and love, here, there, everywhere. I am confident that the same spirit of love and friendship which I experience in the rooms in Naples, will be everywhere on my trip. The same atmosphere of oneness which I find consistently on the blogs will be in all the rooms.
Several peeps have been a wonderful help to get me started on this trip, which will be Monday morning. A. Miles, who I met in the TSR (The Second Road) chat room, sent me two saddle bags to use for these weeks. They look brand new, and are fitted to my Scooter. She also sent some armor.
Okay, I didn't know what is "armor". It is shaped rubber padding which fits inside a bike jacket, strategically placed to protect body parts (no, not THOSE body parts, Zane!) which are most likely to sustain damage in a highway spill, i.e., shoulders, elbows, back, well, you know now also.
A friend at tomorrow's meeting is giving me a demon bell. This is a tiny bell that motorcycle riders tie under their bikes, and this bell-shaped metal piece, is supposed to catch and keep the demons as they stalk your bike. I'll take any superstition that's been working for a long time. I had never heard of this practice.
I'm going to have to leave my violin home, it is just of too high a value, to take out on the road on a scooter, it's worth about TEN scooters. I dislike leaving it home. No, PG would not sell it--well, I'm almost sure--but it will be difficult to start playing again after 2 or more weeks "off".
As of now, my tentative itinerary looks like this, with no time table:
St Augustine FL
Charleston South Carolina
Charlotte North Carolina
Newport news VA
Return via alternate route TBA
Peeps, I plan to take you ALL with me on this jaunt...just hope I can find the time to write.
Peace, and Love, from
Why not live soberly and enthusiastically today. Let us pray for troubled peeps who may be in minor depressive modes today, that God will give them the gift of SERENITY!