Monday, April 05, 2010
This isn't about hotties who are recovering alcoholics. This is about a motorcycle run that starts in the Athens of America and heads through the Big Apple, ending in the Big Easy. Boston to New York to New Orleans.
I'm going to attempt it in May and I'm poring over maps and planning how to pack my saddle bags. My Little Ninja had some electrical problems recently and I brought it to the shop. I told Bob that I wanted the battery ship shape because of what I was planning. "Are you hoping to find yourself?" he asked. I replied that I think I have already found myself but I have to get the bike to the Big Easy somehow and driving it seemed the most straightforward way.
Why does my motorcycle need to be in New Orleans? Because that is the city I intend to call home. Boston is okay but I like to stay out late. Dorchester has been the best part of Boston, but like the city at large, Dorchester loves its beauty sleep. The living is easy in Dot but the whales are jumping in New Orleans. At least one will.