Thinking about not thinking about it.
Lithe Leslie
Bonnie and Leslie. Showdown time between my girl and the interloper
I will not bore you with descriptions of scenery, rivers, rain, heat and great riding. I had all of it today.
For the record I rode from Naramata. The name of the small town near Penticton, where I was staying, to Williams Lake, also in BC. This was about 500 km of route and most of this is in a Northerly direction. So I am moving towards Alaska in leaps and bounds. I have now ridden over 4200 miles, about 6900 km since I started.
As I was nearing Penticton I saw two things that really tickled my sense of humour. The first was a sign for the local cemetery “Lakeview Cemetery”. Like the view is really important. I always figured that I would be cremated after my organs had been harvested for a good use. Like a heart transplant for Julius Malema! But now I want to be buried in a cemetery with a view.
Then a sign for a winery called, wait for this, “Releasing the Monster”. All I have been thinking is about not thinking about it! Away from home and a WODES for so long, leaves one a bit strung out. Over loaded so to speak. So until Sunday evening when I was exposed to Lithe Leslie I had been trying this new technique, namely “thinking about not thinking about it”. It is a cross between meditation and self inflicted torture. In Hebrew it is called “A mind fuck”.
From Sunday onwards it has been increasingly difficult and my mind has been wandering. I will not lie, my short term memory is improving and I can still remember her. Too vividly for my own good. To make matters worse the questions she asked about my reasons for the trip have made me think about these as well. So it has been mind medley relays. Crawl one way, breast stroke the other way. A bit of backstroke and some butterfly as well.
So I have been thinking about unleashing the monster, not just releasing it. On Friday, in Vancouver at the BMW dealer, they had a promotion for a new range of biker underwear. To deal with the problem of bits of the male anatomy getting caught up in the wrong and an uncomfortable position which cannot be rectified without stopping, getting off the bike, rearranging things and then getting back on. These underpants have a little pocket. The sales lady described it as “A pocket for your Rocket”. Little did she realise that after this length of time in a WODES I am dealing with an ICBM, a fearsome weapon of mass destruction. This “Pocket for my Rocket” is also on my mind. Please send copper sulphate to Anchorage.
Most importantly this has all fired up my creative juices in a big way. I have started mapping out my next big thing. Last night I registered my new Domain name for this idea and even started developing my own website. I am learning to do all this shit on this trip. I can blog, twitter, do social intercourse and now develop websites.
It was actually really funny because to register my domain I recalled the children using a site with the name Daddy in it. So I typed in BigDaddy.com and lo and behold if I was not at this major gay men’s site. Fortunately it had a disclaimer “ BMW bikers will not feel welcome here”. I then went to the correct site, which is called GoDaddy.com and a few minutes later and more than a few dollars poorer I am up and running. More about this in the future.
Then today I stopped for gas and a cool drink in 70 Mile House. Next thing a BMW 1200 GSA, like Bonnie, pulls up. It is muddy and also has spare tires strapped to the pannier. I figure he has come from Alaska. So he has. Dan is his name. We talk. He informs me that he left Anchorage just over 48 hours ago. I shake my head and ask him to repeat this. He does. It is over 2400 miles and he has done this in two days. He tells me he originally only set aside 4 days to get back to Idaho. This is an Iron Butt everyday. He tells me he has four bikes, sadly a Harley or two and that he does 35k miles a year on the bikes. The BMW is obviously is favourite. He proudly shows me where he came off in the mud and we compare the mods we have done. The bikes are photographed together and we part company.
Dan the Man and his Girl. Note the shit on his bike. Tires were knobblies. Now smoothies
Bonnie and Dan’s girl
I now know that the trip from Alaska back to Michigan is doable in the ten days I have allocated to myself. This gives me renewed energy. The heat today has been sapping. I am checked in. Laundry is done. I will go into town for dinner and then an early night. Tomorrow is a big day. Tiring enough with worrying about Lithe Leslie or all my other ladies. I have to stay focused as I start on the Stewart Cassiar Highway. This is the real thing and the road to Alaska.
This is BMW country and Alaska is the destination. Another GS has arrived and is parked at the hotel.
Incidentally this past weekend saw the celebration by my old school mates of the 40th anniversary of our Matric year. Seems impossible that we finished high school so long ago. I handed in my apologies and have sent the wine for the events. I am sure that they are happier to see the wine than me. Better not to see how everyone has aged.
Good night and good luck
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