There’s no place like home.
Well I pulled into the driveway and went in and my best friend Shena was there to greet me.
I wrote down the ending odometer reading and looked through my bag and pulled out the start reading from that night so long ago on May 23 after the season finally of “LOST” when I took off to do my Iron Butt Saddle Sore 1000.
I had decided not to worry about the number and not to run south to alligator alley a bit out of the way just to pump up my total miles. I figured I must be close to 10,000 by now and couldn’t remember my starting mileage for the life of me.
I purchased the bike in January with 36,660 miles on it; this is what the local master BMW mechanic called just broken in!
End Miles 51,261.
Start Miles 40,243.
That was a shocker even to me. Maybe I should go back and change the title. I had originally done a map quest with all of the places I wanted to go and it came up just short of 8,000 miles. But of course that uses interstate and the shortest route and I sure didn’t stick to the interstate or the short route.
The gas in Alabama, Georgia, and South Carolina towards the end of the trip was less than $3.00 per gallon for 93 octane the good stuff. When I was in Santa Maria California around June 9th the gas there was $4.26 the highest price I saw.
Some places in Oklahoma the price went up and the octane fell to 90.
I have some more statistics to generate and crunch for you but for now, let me say it is very good to be home.
Shena and I celebrated with a Crab and prime rib dinner at Charley’s Boathouse.
And Sunday went out to Sanibel Island found some great seashells and got nice and pink walking in the Sub-Tropical sunshine.
I have already been thinking about the next trip I would like to do with Grace and a friend.
Next time I would like to hit the four corners of the United States, going from Key West Southern Most Point, to the NE tip of Maine the city of Madawaska, then across to Cape Alava the most Western and Northern part of Washington State, then down the Pacific Coast to Tijuana Mexico just across the border from San Diego CA, then of course back home, that would be almost 9,000 miles on Map Quest.
PS. I have some more thoughts to add over the next few days so keep checking back.
For anyone who would follow or plans to do a great adventure like this I would just tell you I rode every mile no matter how hot with every bit of protective gear I had on me “every mile” there is no 99% 1 missed curve is all it takes. There are a few things out there that can just kill you dead and through no fault of your own. Semi Truck tires in the road, deer, missing slabs of cement in the freeway, other drivers and trucks that do not see you and try to take your lane.
I can only say that I am thankful and grateful to my lord for joining me on this trip and guiding my steps. I know there were many times that only through the grace of God was I able to make it safely. I know they say there are no atheist in foxholes but I can tell you on the open highway God is right there with you and there is no way to deny the beauty of his creation or the reality of his plan for all of us.
This country is full of beautiful people and places and the people are so proud and willing to share with you the best they have to offer in food or local spots to camp or to sight see. The people that told me they were scared and what if? The folks that were afraid for me that there would be bad or evil people out there on the road, I can only tell you it is an amazing world and to me it actually all depends on how you look at it. For me it was an incredible journey and I think back to my father and our family motto.
Life is a journey not a destination!