#29in29: Gifts from the road

I love the road.

Not for its own sake: I am not the kind of biker who can ride the same bends over and over, looking for the sweet sweep of perfection.

I love the road for the gifts it brings me and the people I meet when I ride along it.

I would not have covered 2,000 miles in Australia in January if I hadn’t met Steve last year as the sun went down over Henry’s Camp Site in Cornwall and heard him talk about riding the red roads from Brisbane to Perth, on road tyres on his TDM. He made me think Australia was a country worth flying for 18 hours to get to. And he was right.

And I wouldn’t have met Steve if I hadn’t fallen in love with the RBR and the extraordinary, incomparable crew that support me, chastise me and take the piss out of me in equal measure. My life would be so very dull without them.

I learn something on every journey. Sometimes small things, like, don’t try and overtake teenage girls in hot hatchbacks. Sometimes big things, like, even though I am a person who loves to be with other people, and (as last Satuday proved) will always turn down a day doing sensible things in the house for the chance to drink tea and trade insults with Graham, Paul and Jim, a day is not wasted if there is no-one living it beside me.

The great and secret joy of being a writer is that I get to live my life twice. Once at the time and then again when I try and capture it in words for you to read. It has been a selfish privilege to write every day for a month about my amazing holiday. Thank you to FuzzyGalore for setting the challenge, MotoDiva, NWExplore, Nikos, BobScoot, Adrian from YouMotorcycle, Bobbi, and everyone else who has left comments on the blog and via Twitter, and, on the far side of the world, David and Lynne, Adrian, Mel, Woody and all the Blue Knights, and Steve, whose fault it was that I went at all.

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7 responses to “#29in29: Gifts from the road

  1. Is that a photo of somewhere you had been sitting?

  2. Those with no romance in their soul might choose to view it as a badly-repaired pothole….!

  3. Dar

    HWY – it has been a pleasure reading your stories and looking at your pictures! Love the heart picture today!

  4. I would have had no idea it was a pot hole. I just saw the love <3

    I loved reading your voice all through the month as you took us on your journey with you. You're gifted. Thanks for sharing yourself.

    So glad you participated and I'm excited to continue reading on into the future~

    xox-
    R.

  5. Thank you 🙂

    I think it was a heart, it was waiting for me in the road on the day that everything got better.

  6. HWL:

    I like the way you write, your wit and sense of humour. I like your independence, I am not sure I would fly 18 hrs SOLO and ride 2K with only myself to talk to.

    You are truly a special person. I wished you could have stopped for tea and crumpets on your way to or from.

    bob
    Riding the Wet Coast

  7. I join everyone else here in thanking you for your stories, and for sharing your personal triumphs and travails with some great writing. Having been a married person since I was 18 (and now can see 50 on the horizon), I was especially captivated by your developing philosophies on going it solo. Your recent adventures contrast and compare nicely with my friends' current adventure-as long-ago college sweethearts, also long married, traveling together around the world on 100cc Symbas (http://underboningtheworld.blogspot.com/)
    Its been revealing, cathartic, interesting, thought-provoking reading both your blogs back-to-back on many days. You've added some measure of value to my life, and I'm grateful. Cheers!

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