A little iPod finger painting pic for the weekend.
Some years ago, I decided I wanted to do a road trip. I'd get a large bike, go somewhere like Arizona and just ride wherever the wind took me. Total freedom.
I'd drink in biker bars, sleep in dirty motels and generally slum it.
I am not a man equipped for slumming it, believe me. But something just called to me. This was something I had to do. And I had to do it right then. No waiting. It had to be then.
Of course, that meant getting a license to ride a motorbike.
I got on a motorbike for the first time on a Monday. That Thursday, I failed my test.
That was the end of my road trip.
Now, years later, with a wife and children, having responsibilities that would make it less than convenient to die in a knife fight somewhere near the Mexican border, it's just another item on a long list of things I never did.
But maybe someday.
Maybe, years from now, when (if) I'm actually capable of growing enough facial hair to put together some sort of half-decent biker's beard, maybe I'll take that road trip.
Just ride off into the sunset.