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Here goes.
I should make it clear that I don't know what I'm doing, with the blog here. Maybe in a few days, after a few more posts, I'll understand how to work it better. I'm old.
The idea is, I'm leaving bright and early tomorrow morning for a month-long trip out west and I want you to come along with me. Not for real, but with the little journal here; we'd annoy the hell out of one another if you were along with me for real. I'd eat all your pretzels, and when you'd complain I'd act like I didn't know what you were talking about, even though we'd be the only two people for miles and I had just asked you where your pretzels were packed right before you went up the hill to see about a cell signal so you could call your mom.
"So I guess the pretzels just...disappeared," you'd say accusingly.
Jesus, let it go. Snacks disappear all the time. And a little bit of your sarcasm goes a long way, for your information.
See? You're annoyed already.
It's best that you stay home. I'll go ahead and take the trip, and you can check in here and see how it's going.
Right now I'm still way behind on my pre-trip checklist. The bike is finally sorted out, or at least all the half-assed modifications I've done to make it ready are holding each other to an uneasy truce as they vie to fall apart before the others do.
The house is still a mess; I'll stay up later than I should getting it ready for Rachel the Housesitter to move in tomorrow afternoon.
I'm not as excited as I should be right now. I think I'm past the age where I can shove off on half-baked trips without worrying about all the stuff that can go wrong. Also, and here's the meat of it, tomorrow's ride is going to suuuuuuuuuuck. Here's why:
-The first day of a long moto trip like this one is always kind of nervy; the bike feels different and stupid with all the gear, at first, and the first day is when I'm most worried about stuff that can mess up.
-It's hot. It's hotter than hot, and humid too. If I manage to roll out by 7:00a, then I'll have a good hour of bearable morning temperatures before my drawers become a primordial swamp. By noon, primitive life forms will be relentlessly evolving down there, and by 3:30 the hunter-gatherer colonies will become nomadic and seek to conquer the agarian civilizations that will have established in my armpits. It's all a rich, disgusting tapestry. If I'm clever I'll stop riding and make camp just before my socks master space travel.
-All that suffering, and I still won't be anywhere special or exciting or less furnace-y. Know where I'll be tomorrow night? Lubbock. I'll be in Lubbock.
Saturday should be better because I'll arrive in Santa Fe! Which is one of the finer places our planet has to offer when it's not on fire, which it currently is.
Awesome, now I'm even annoying myself with all the gloom-and-doom. I should eat something, and then sleep.
Lots of miles tomorrow, lots of things to see. I'll tell you all about it, I promise.
Thank you for reading.
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Jill
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guess what?
You're not in Lubbock yet. HA!!! I'll be watching.... :) Looking forward to having you in the cool part of the country...