I like to dream. I dream of fast bikes on tight roads. I dream of light, powerful bikes on twisty tracks. I dream of touring the back roads of... almost everywhere! I dream of AT bikes on the velt of eastern Africa, the altiplano of South America. I dream of doing EVERYthing, of going EVERYwhere, of living for EVER!
But it ain't gonna happen, is it?
So some of those dreams have to be lived vicariously, though the actions, words, and images of others.
And this Christmas I got a gift from my sister-in-law (thank you, Jay) that really touched that dream-spot: a book about a young guy from Western Canada who got to the point where he just chucked it and went off to live out HIS dream, and set off to ride a motorcycle around the world. It took him a year to do the Americas, then another year of labouring in Edmonton to save up again, then 3 more years to complete the trek thru Africa, the Middle East, and across Asia. Starting and ending in Vancouver, of all places!
And then he wrote a fine book of his encounter with the world... which I devored in virtually a single sitting... well, a single day, anyway...
Does anyone read books anymore? If so, and if you too suffer from motorcycle dreams, I suggest you purchase this book - it's very satisfying!
"The University of Gravel Roads", by Rene Cormier.