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Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11835)

Road Report Day 77 - An End to the Calm of Thinglessness

I said goodbye to Rachel and headed off on the last small leg of my journey through the traffic, humidity and oppressive heat. I think I'll see Rachel again. She lives pretty close. I wonder if I'll see any of the new faces I met while Out There. I sincerely hope so, as I realize I'm very hungry because I haven't had breakfast. "I tried to warn them, I tried to warn them all, but did they listen?", I thought as I chucked. I imagined a country peppered with "Do Not Feed the Yermos" signs. Fe ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11836)

Road Report Day 76 - Full Circle Back to Rachel's World

My apologies that it's taken me a few days to get this one done. Writing here at home is much more difficult than writing while Out There. I'm finding it very challenging to concentrate. There are a steady stream of interruptions and the din of my machines is distracting, but I try. Once I finish this one, I will write at least one more article about this improbably successful 2010 Deadhorse trip. Since my time with Rachel, I've been thinking back to the vastly different people I had met dur ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11837)

Road Report Day 75 - Strolls of Questionable Wisdom and Very Good Roads

My journey came to an end yesterday. Far too quickly the memories, the calm and the focus from the road are fading. Words are already becoming far more difficult to craft. Was it all just a dream? Rolling up to my house, I paid careful attention to my initial reactions, my first feelings. In ways, it's nicer here than I remember. In other ways, it's some of the ugliest scenery of the whole trip. Walking into the house, the din from the racks of servers I manage there was very disquieting. Str ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11838)

Road Report Day 74 - On Slow Roasting Dead Dogs

Imagine the smell of a dog lying in the hot sun for 10 days dead after a rain. The toxic fume emanating from my Transit Suit is worse. Even the most battle hardened carrion loving flies now avoid me. Phil had mentioned the suit smelled bad, which it did. After having worn it almost every day for 70+ days now it's to be expected. But after the cycles of rain followed by endless hours of being stuck in slow moving traffic under sticky humid sunshine over the last two days, now it truly reeks. ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11848)

Road Report Days 71, 72, 73 - Sailing and Rain

My unbelievable streak of multi-week rain luck has run out. The last 5 or so hours were spent driving through one of those annoying soaking New England rains, the kind that inexplicably penetrates through that which had been impervious during the worst downpours. To add insult to injury my Garmin Nuvi GPS has completely given up the ghost so I stood there in the rain with paper maps trying to figure out where to find a motel. I had wanted to ride further to get a more convenient and less i ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11851)

Road Report Days 69, 70 - Culture, Time, and the Zen of Motorcycle Repairs

I feel uninspired today. The words refuse to come to me. Doors that were open now seem shut or maybe it's simply that I've learned what I've needed to. I'm not yet sure. This feeling different continues.The days have largely been quiet. Phil and Valerie go to work and I hang out at the house either working on the computer or trying to write. Each night Valerie, who used to be a bartender, makes drinks or pours wine while Phil cooks dinner. Phil goes to bed early and Valerie and I stay up late c ...Read More

Yermo
8 years ago
Blog Article (11852)

Road Report Days 66, 67, 68 - Riding with Phil and Charlie - Books, Covers and Goals

I feel my trip winding down. This wonderful fantasy is slowly ending and the angry face of reality is peering at me with malice from just over the horizon. Like the child I once was cowering beneath the covers slowly waking from a fading dream where I was calm, happy and safe, I try to lie motionless hoping stasis will hide me from the horrors unfolding elsewhere in the house and keep them from knocking at my door. But they always came knocking. My mind begins to dread what's waiting for me ...Read More

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