| Tomahawk 2003 Tomahawk 2003 (9-11-03) Building pressures � thoughts and stresses compile. Time to hit the road for awhile Feel the yearning of my spirit Rise from my chest � chomping at the bit. Looking forward to the caress of the wind on my face. This is the call of the open road Check the tires �pack the leather & lace. Aim for the horizon let the adventure unfold. Pray to the weather gods that sunshine will prevail Yet, boldly braced to flip a heads or tail. |
| Despite the fact, that we surfed across the highway in a typhoon, and dodged the wake of that darn Wal-mart truck (and many others) that seemed determined at trying to take us out.... With Mike in the lead, zoned into his "happy place" - no doubt. The needle struggling to keep up with his 65mph. Behind that windshield - "the size of New York" - he may not have realized the gravity of this storm. We rode - blinded by the rain needles, and sloppy slashes of dirty water welling up in my eyes. Every overpass overflowing with saner bikers stopping to wring out their jackets... Mike plodded ahead without daring a backward glance. I was amazed at how many "trucks and cars" were later parked at every usual 'biker' bar. Do that many people often trailer to Tomahawk? Once at our shelter destinations... no one ventured far that soggy Friday night. At least, Saturday cleared up enough to finally (after 3 years worth of attempts) make it up to Lake Superior. Who would have thought-- go North to find nice weather. |
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