Day 3 or whatever

Yeah, enough freaking out about packing up, making lists of people to see (or NOT to see), and thinking about where the hell I'm putting that motorcycle I love so much, today's Mission: a big long bike ride in the sun.

Finally got over to Point Loma, all the way to the lighthouse. Killer views, maybe a little desert dirt in the air with the westbound winds blowing this weekend, but gorgeous. Rode back through the tiny hamlet to a coffee spot me and my scooter hommies used to post up at and smoke cloves and drink espressos all night - what dorks we were back then. What did we even talk about? I think I was only 19. Funny memories to have before leaving again. the only thing that actually FELT familiar (it all looked familiar) was the view out the open back window while standing at the urinal (Sorry Phillip, no footballs). I must have drank a shit-load of coffee at that place if all I remember is the view from the can. Rode along the water and back up to the mesa. Absolutely hog-beasted some Vietnamese salad rolls, and back out to try to find, sort and wrap everything up for this most amazing opportunity.

So much on my mind as I say bye to friends and family I have been able to reconnect with, and of course all the friends who have been with me when I needed them the last 6 months.

Maybe this is a good opp to throw a huge thanks to those people. These are the folks who have been there for me thick and thin, who have opened their homes and floors to me in times of need, and who have listened, been sad and happy with me, and who have stepped up to call me an asshole when I needed it most, or to scoop my drunk ass up from out under my motorcycle as I try to ride away drunk. To the people who have listened and told me I was doing OK when I wasn't sure, and who fed me when I was hungry, gave me a cold beer when I needed it, and who offered me their sisters when I was lonely, I mean, who would of, if they had sisters...I think the only friend who even has a sister has a gay one at that...which is fine... Thanks you guys and gals! Could not have made it with out you all!!

I'm off to sort it out...

...anyone got 3X8X5 feet of garage space they want to fill with a gorgeous heap of dual sport touring motorcycle - you just let old Scotty-Poo know will ya?!