GET YOUR MOTOR RUNNING
HEAD OUT ON THE HIGHWAY
LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE AND WHAT EVER COMES OUR WAY...
Born to be Wild-Steppenwolf
In case you are wondering about my sidebar entry- "thinking about.." here's the scoop. Mr. Jackson and I are planning our next trip out to New Mexico and the subject of Route 66 came up. We have driven it (in a car), to Gallup and back, but it seems that Mr. Jackson has a dream. A dream to ride Route 66 on his Harley. I agreed with him that this is a wonderful dream, but I said "Your Harley is in New Jersey."
He said, "No problem, we can rent one in Albuquerque for the day.
"We?" I gasped, knowing it wasn't the universal, the royal or the financial 'we' he was referring to.
"Yeah, it would be great!" he said and proceeded to talk about the route we would take and how I could take photos.
I just sat there with images playing through my mind. I did this once when I was twenty--I didn't like it. Leaning into the turns with the pavement coming up to meet me riding at 55 mph(hopefully), bugs hitting my helmet, sunglasses steamed up and not for a moment thinking about anything else other than getting off the motorcycle.
Here's the thing--I am a Vespa kind of a girl--you know, Roman Holiday and Audrey Hepburn in those wonderful gladiator sandals and beautiful skirt riding throughout Rome. Mr. Jackson knows this and figures he can get me to ride with him if I get some cool boots. It's not that I am uncertain of his ability to ride or don't want some really cool boots--he is like Rainman, "a very good driver", it is about my hesitancy to go really fast without a car surrounding me.
We are in discussion and exploring short trips here. I will report back.
P.S.--this isn't his ride but some other guy's bike that much to Mr. Jackson's discomfort I photographed in Santa Fe and lived to post it.
