Ah well, if I wrote every day about the mundane that is the normal aspect of my life -- you'd never need sleeping pills again. Think I'd call it Facebook or something. Maybe even open it up so you could write boring stuff too. Hmmm...
Anyway; it's time to start gearing up for the run to Arkansas and the Brothers. Not going all the way to the East Coast this year; after the rally I'm running down to Breaux Bridge to meet our newest family member, Sebastian Lee. Seems my beautiful Sofia now has a little brother.
I'm really excited about getting to see him in a few weeks, as well as spending some time with Steph, Nick and, of course, Sofia. 3,300 miles is a long way to be from your family, but, then again; my family is spread all over the countryside. Schizophrenia may be a hallmark of this crowd. You've got the restless bunch and those with roots so deep they're basically in magma. And, of course, the biggest gypsy of the bunch is me: hence this blog.
SO... I'll start posting here every few days until the run starts. Maybe, possibly, could be... you guys know me.
This run will be different, as well. I'm running the Geez, naturally, and an FL is just not as romantic, old school or cool as an FX. Hellova lot more comfortable, though. I'm runnin' the big roads also and I'll have several of the Brothers with me all the way. Mi amigo, Pablito, as always, and Bassman, President of our LA Charter, at least and a few more may make it. We're hoping to meet up with some of the other western Charters on the way and get a good group running into the Ozarks.
Maybe.
If you followed last year, you know that an FMRC run has no guarantees on hook ups.
So -- no 66, donkeys or side trips on old alignments this year. No Seligman, Oatman or out of the way Lodges. No pokin' my nose onto some cracked old piece of pavement just because it looks like it might go someplace interesting. Nope. This year is I-40, smokin' hard for three days with the Brothers to get to the Hub. But we are talking Pablo and Bassman here. They're both funnier than all get out and we get along really well. Something could come out of that. One can only hope.
'Course there still might be Germans. Ya' never know...
Now the ride home is a different story. I'll run down fro the Ozarks with the Bayou Travelers Chapter and drop off at Breaux Bridge. The run home from there is solo and I've no idea what that may bring. Haven't thought that far in advance.
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