Miles: 397 miles
Route taken: Route 270 west to Route 64/412 west into
For the first time on this trip I encountered serious wind and I guess I should be thankful I avoided it for so long.
Wind is evil on a motorcycle. It is worse than rain. Rain just gets you wet. It is an annoyance, where as wind is a danger.
Especially gusts. Gusts blow you into another lane, across medians into oncoming traffic. It is the one thing bikers dread when they get on the road.
When I opened my motel room door to pack up the bike it was already howling and the trees were showing me what was in store for me.
It began the minute I got on Route 270. It was blowing in my face for the most part, so that was tolerable. I just had to be on guard for any cross winds.
I got my first one about 20 minutes down the road. It was mild and I was able to lean into and counteract its force.
was approaching Guymon, which is at the end of the
I got to Guymon and didn’t really need to stop, but pulled the bike over. We both needed a rest. My hands had cramped because I was holding onto the bars so tightly and my face was windburned, my lips chapped.
I topped the bike off and took a stretch and noticed three guys in a truck pulling a trailer, entering.
They had spent the weekend at a local recreation area, popular with all terrain vehicles.
The ATVs were in the trailer and they were stopping for something to drink. One of them grabbed a soda and was telling me about the weekend.
“I’m ready to go back to work,” he said. “Three days was enough.”
Three days? I have been out here two months and I don’t want to go back to work. I then realized it wasn’t the job he was eager to return to, but the routine he has carved out for himself over the years.
There is a sense of comfort in monotony, a security in knowing what is coming next and I think most people depend on that.
I find it boring. I like eating cereal for dinner, or wearing shorts in
December or reading the end of a book first. I went to South Central
Angeles in the middle of the day to look at the
For years I tried to be ordinary. I tried to work from 9 to 5. I owned a home and hated it. I despised the lawn and fantasized how I could kill the grass so I wouldn’t have to mow it anymore.
Now I live at the beach in an apartment and would have a hard time moving. My life is a lot simpler and I have a lot less stress.
As I was pulling out of the gas station I thought about the changes I have made and how my life is now. The smile lasted for a couple of miles.
It made me temporarily forget the wind and the dreary scenery
I wasn’t in
The wind even died down a bit. Libertad hates the wind as much as I do. She struggles with it and seems to have an extra whine in the engine.
When the wind let up, it was like she was late for a date. The bike shot out and I just held on. It was just after when I reached Walsenburg. I found a hotel and noticed the skies getting a little dark as I pulled in front of my room.