Copyright © 2010 by Ralph Couey
Outside my window, the snow is still flying thick and heavy, born by powerful winds. There's a fire in the fireplace, and the room is filled by the ticking of the mantle clock. Yet, my thoughts are not on the storm outside. A road atlas lies opened in my lap, my eyes carefully following the colorful lines as they meander across the land. I am confident that this winter will end, and spring will arrive, with warm sunshine, soft breezes, and the call of the open road.
My health has not been good this winter, but I am feeling better. But it has been a reminder that time is passing, and the years are piling up. I sense that there may not be many more motorcycle seasons remaining.
So, here I sit, perusing the maps and planning my trips for the summer.
In years past, such sojourns have involved pretty long distances, at least 4 to 5 thousand miles. But this year, I'm thinking a few shorter trips instead.