The news of the house being sold couldn't have come at a more coincidental time. I had been preparing for an epic adventure for a few months and as I packed my luggage, people were making their way through my house in viewings. It was awkward, to say the least, but this was not an adventure that could be put on hold. It was an adventure made solely possible by the generosity of a bunch of people that I had known for years and never really met at all. That's the beauty of social media; forums and other social media websites provide a convenient opportunity for people to connect and forge friendships with people all over the world. This forum was no different and every year members from all over the place make a pilgrimage to North Carolina to slay the Dragon at Deals Gap. This year, I would be joining them after a few of them joined together in a charitable effort to fly me across the country. It was a realization that both humbled me, and excited me. It was the first time that I had shed tears of joy in a long time; just the thought of people who have never met me coming together to give something so generously, and there was no way that the sale of the house and impending homelessness was going to deter me from seeing it through. I had to buy some proper luggage for the occasion... as opposed to a couple of backpacks that I could would typically strap to the back of the bike. No, this time I needed airplane luggage. In my limited experience travelling by air, I had never really thought to invest much in more than a duffel bag, but this time I splurged on some 40 dollar Wal-Mart luggage (complete with a duffel bag) and let the sweat-shop chemicals air out for a couple of days before jamming it full of the essentials: jeans, riding gear, underwear, a flat iron, and a bottle of whiskey. On a warm August morning I grabbed my helmet and hit the road toward LAX where a giant-ass tin can with wings would be transporting me and a few hundred other people to Atlanta Georgia; the first stop in what would be many memorable stops along the way.
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A Little Backstory...
My first time flying on an airplane was at the tender age of 30. I had my life figured out, my career was moving along with some great momentum, and I was on my way to Washington DC for a week long work conference. I never realized how much I would actually really enjoy flying until that day when the little express jet fired up it's engines and blasted us down the runway. Of course, I had to get over the claustrophobia... and it probably wasn't wise to mutter out: "Jesus... no wonder there are never any survivors when these things crash." But still, all of that subsided as we became weightless, hovering over the runway and lifting off. I watched as my little town and all of my riding roads disappeared beneath me as the bigger picture unfolded. Prior to that day and afterward, I never put much thought into ever having the opportunity to forge much of a relationship with flying, but life has a funny way of keeping things interesting.
Onward... and upward...
Onward... and upward...
Preparing to board the plane in LA, I felt excited at the possibilities. My life was a little less figured out and my career was questionable, but I was excited to be going somewhere new and putting faces to the screen names and posts of so many people I had come to know over the years. I was eager to ride these new roads, and take in the smells of a new environment. But there was something else... there was also the anticipation of a break-away adventure with one of my best friends and skilled pilot as we had charted a course to fly his tiny airplane from North Carolina to a little island in South Carolina. "I want to land my plane on an freakin' island buddy, and we are going to do that when you come out!" It was one of our late-night chats and his voice resonated with enthusiasm. I smiled at the thought of finally getting to meet 'The Ladybird' in all of her vintage glory. I settled into the terminal after a remarkably smooth ushering through the TSA violation procedure and ordered an overpriced beverage to pass the hour and a half I had to spare before boarding my flight. My friend was already in the air, flying The Ladybird from his home in Kansas to our rendezvous point and posting in updates in the Facebook group chat for the occasion.
Finally, the call was made to board the plane and an excited grin came across my face. As the jumbo jet lifted off, I felt my anxiety regarding the house, the stress of the job, and the Los Angeles landscape fade off into the distance beneath and behind me. It was a beautiful Southern California day and the view from my window was a reassuring glimpse into the beauty that is the bigger picture...
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