Finding the Writer In Me: Day Two

My body and my mind finally agree to a truce on the second day of a long motorcycle ride. It appears that they have negotiated in good faith with each other after agreeing in a common goal of “I won’t kill you if you don’t hurt me.”

They then work pretty much together during the ride. The body gives an early warning of a pending problem, which is quickly remedied by the mind sending a command to shift weight off the offended body part. This works well for the first several hundred miles but then you need to start the cycle of what I call “kegals for male motorcyclists. They are similar to normal kegals but you use different body parts and the goal isn’t just to make you a better partner, it is to make it so that you have the wherewithal to even be a partner in the future.

You might wonder with all my teasing and complaining why I ride motorcycles for long distances, and I can assure you it is not just to sample the cuisine of every Dunkin Donuts store in the union. It is also not because I get to spend an evening sitting in a fancy restaurant looking at the sunset over the water in Bar Harbor Maine while listening to a man at the piano playing songs from the 1940”s. Both of these I enjoyed today but they are just the icing on the cake.

The real reason for why I ride was imbedded in one of the songs that the pianist played tonight. It’s called “Young At Heart.”

When I ride a motorcycle I feel young, and when you feel young, no matter if you're fifteen or eighty, you feel you can conquer anything. And for me I’m beginning to feel that I can conquer this writers block I have been experiencing. Tomorrow I’m taking a day off to write. I’ll let you know how it works.