Last Day: Revisiting the Numb Thumb, Fatigue, Siding a Garage, and a Foster Dog.
The end of my thumb had been numb for some time now. I like to put my arms or hand under my pillow and i think a slept on it too long. I hope it doesn't fall off.
The last day of a tour is never easy. This one was unusually so. I'm historically optomistic when it comes to travel times by motorcycle and i've said i'll be home around noon.
When i awake the sun has yet to breech the horizon but it is time to move. I break camp quickly but am interrupted by several campers asking the usual questions and requesting that i, "keep it between the ditches". I also receive my third, literally, "good for you" from a stranger.
I'm not quite sure what to make of this. I take this statment to mean, "i'd like to be doing what you're doing". Maybe when i was younger. Maybe in another life. Maybe tomorrow. I don't think i've ever said, "good for you". If i met someone bicycling the Trans Canada Highway, climbing Mount Everest, or building a rocket ship i might say "good for you".
This trip doesn't feel like much of an endeavor or accomplishment but i guess to those in the middle of the routine of everyday life it does.
I'm in a hurry to get home and i don't have much to say about the ride. In the three days prior i see maybe 10 motorcycle total. On the last day i see maybe 500. Here is one of them.
A gorgeous R90 with a Wixom set up. I go into the mcdonalds that it's parked outside to get some coffee and guess at it's owner. No one stands out. I take my coffee outside and admire the bike and he comes out. We talk. Mostly about his BMW's. He seems like a stereotypical guy who owns several BMW motorcycles. I want to own a BMW motorcycle. Either a R100RS or an R90S. The BMW's owner is not interested in what i'm doing and does not say, "good for you". Instead he tells me i look fatigued. Though i do i can't help but take this personally but i feel vindicated when who i presume to be a younger relative of one of his coffe buddies comes out, looks at his bike, and tells him the engine "looks like a vaccuum cleaner". He looks at me sheepishly and says "the R90 won Daytona.......... in 76.......right?" I nod and smile.
When i arrive home at 3 it is immediately clear to me why i wanted to be home at noon. My girlfriend and father in law are siding our garage. Yikes! As they look at me i take my helmet off and i'm smiling.
She says, "what are you smiling about?"
"I'm thinking about how ridiculous it is that you and your dad are siding the garage while i'm on a motorcycle trip".
"I think he's thinking the same thing." she replies.
Let me take off a few layers and find my hammer.