As many may have gathered by now, we made it home safe and sound and, as is usually the case after long absences, the little intricacies and interruptions of daily life took over and.... well, let's just say that time slipped by. I will soon wrap up the few details left of the trip. Nothing much exciting but plenty of thank yous to post.
Two weeks at home and we were back on the road. This time just Dennis and I. We made a mad dash to Flagstaff the first week of October to pick up
my poor little "Roadrunner" (the 250 V-Star I killed). Yes, it's still dead. We had to cart it back in a pickup truck. And, I must say, the trip was MUCH better when we were riding our bikes. Ever noticed how uncomfortable a cage (car, truck, other non-bike vehicle) is, especially after riding only bikes for an extended period of time? We hated every minute!
One thing I have discovered from our long moto-camping trip: the more you ride, the more you want to ride. I never knew this. I thought that after spending 33 days on the saddle, I'd be glad to let the bike - and my butt - rest a bit. No such thing. In fact, a week after our return, I bruised my tailbone (hit a chair edge bending over to get something). A bruised tailbone should guarantee that one would not want to be riding. Well, a bottle of Excedrin in my pocket and a $4 inflatable neck pillow under me and I was back riding! In pain, but riding! Just don't ask about potholes. Please. Don't.
My tailbone is still a bit sore but, thanks to the 5 days running to Flagstaff in the truck, it got a bit of a break. Now I can ride with a minimum of discomfort, though I still avoid bumpy roads whenever possible. And my household is back in order - or as much order as there ever was. So now Dennis and I get to consider our next escapade. Grand Isle? Back to Big Bend? The Florida Keys? Or maybe we'll just start riding and head to where the weather is nicest. After all, with riders, it's never about the destination, is it?
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