C’mon in, no need to take your boots or shoes off, just make yourself comfortable.
I’ve been enjoying life below the radar, but to share these true tales, I willfully enter into the infinite arenas of cyberspace and social media outlets. My web-site and facebook fan page are new, and already in need of revision – me thinks eleven minute excerpt readings are a bit long for a browsers interest, and with shorter ones, I can give ya more of them. Please, comment freely about this.
When my bike arrived in Hanoi on Jan. 14, 2009, I looked forward to weekend rides; but fate, destiny, or mystical intervention had other plans. I read somewhere, long ago – more opportunity comes to those prepared. In one sense, I’ve always been prepared, yet, not until after 18,000 miles did I realize the reality of what was before me. Doors of opportunity opened, or, perhaps I should say, the trails lie open for me. Considering where I was, the time in history, and that I was riding America’s freedom machine, all gave me a greater awareness to freedom. Blissful joy riding grew into a journey with meaning and value beyond all other rides.
Yet, there were career responsibilities and commitments. Along with preparedness, I learned that patience is a virtue, and being true to my principles is a far better guide than following my wants! My unexpected journey lacked continuity with an intermission in Laos for a year, and was sweetened with another solo motorcycle ride into the Himalaya of Kashmir. Then, after completing what I thought would fulfill my Vietnam ride, something was missing. I didn’t know what, but whatever it was, was back on the trails. I saddled up for another four weeks and four thousand miles.
I returned with fulfillment to my journey and to the seclusion of Memento Resort, in a Hamlet west of Nha Trang. The hours, days, and months slipped by as I beat keys to put my tales on the monitor before me – words unguided by professional direction – simply, a meaningful tale from a guy who enjoys his freedom on a motorcycle. After a lifetime of enjoying adventures in the tracks of others, I was given an opportunity to lay tracks how none had been laid before – solo across Vietnam.
Encouragement for this project remains as frequent as the coincidental events to support it. With over 1,200 hours of time on the keyboard, I’m excited about the next 1,200.
Thanks for stopping by, and don’t be a stranger.