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Soaring on Two Wheels: A Healing Odyssey

Tuesday, August 16th, 2016 RIDING Comments Off on Soaring on Two Wheels: A Healing Odyssey

The desert fills my soul


Sometimes it takes getting hit over the head in a big way before we listen to that little voice. In my case, it took a big bat to get me moving out the door and onto my new path, and because I didn’t see it coming, it turned my whole world upside down.

Squeezed out of the house financially, it was a whirlwind of emotion as I was stripped of my role as full time mother and all material possessions. Responsibility shifted as I found myself taking flight on my motorcycle with tent and sleeping bag strapped to the back and freedom as the wind beneath my wings. It was time to shed the old life to make way for the new.

After making sure the kids were settled into their new routine with their dad in a nice condo in Huntington Beach, I was able to answer the call of my next destination…Joshua Tree. Why was the pull to this mystical place so strong? The complex layers of reasons would slowly reveal themselves to me over the next four months. All I had to do was let go and listen.

Immediately, the road magic kicked in, with daily synchronicities bringing beautiful souls into my path. My vulnerability on my motorcycle and love of people made me very approachable, and lengthy conversations in gas stations, restaurants and national parks ensued. My path is to spread my light and lift others. Particularly now, I’m supposed to help other people like me get unstuck after being frozen by the density that has come about in our current time. Some people are just too sensitive to handle this shift and societal change that is coming in strongly these days, and end up becoming cocooned in fear or depression.

I am sensitive to energy as I feel my feet vibrate when I remove my shoes and socks to touch the Earth. This strong pull to commune with nature here in the desert while I camp in Joshua Tree National Park and the surrounding areas is something I can’t resist, and haven’t. This lightness and Bohemian lifestyle gives me the ability to breeze into people’s lives who need me to recognize their beauty and boost them up before I move on to the next dear soul. I help these cocoons of theirs melt away to reveal their true purpose of why they are here on this planet and kick-start them into motion.

Once in a while I get a paying client for a Quantum Healing Hypnosis session, which is past life regression, and what I do on the side in addition to writing, blogging and selling aftermarket accessories that I’ve designed for my business Rugged Rider. But most of the time I exchange these sessions for the luxuries of road travel…kitchen, laundry, shower, a place to pitch my tent. These sessions always reveal that our paths have crossed for a particular reason, in that we have known each other from a past life, will in the future, or need to be together now to enhance each other’s light and help with release and healing. A couple of common threads keep appearing in sessions time and time again these days, and these two golden pieces of inner voice advice are community and balance.

Since the first of this year, I’ve gotten the strong message to bring bright and aware people together in a supportive atmosphere. Before I left my home, I would pull together about eight to ten special local clients and practitioners to have pot luck gatherings, and guided meditations on my neighboring mountain that was energized by underground pyramids and crystal caverns. This boosted us in energy and helped forge the confidence that we can make this shift easier with the support of one another.

Now I use any excuse to get new friends and beautiful souls together. I hold group campfires and sky watches, and use friend’s homes to gather us together for beautiful food and story sharing. I also pick up odd physical labor jobs to strengthen my body and the bond between others with a common goal of creating a better tomorrow; like gardening, yardwork and cleaning homes for renovation. I’ve seen strong visions for years now, of tiny home communities centralized around common areas of gardens, cooking and entertainment. This is what I’m helping to build now with others who are ready to take action in creating “contributionism” community where each member of the “tribe” contributes their gift for the well-being of the whole.

A gathering of beautiful souls

The success of such communities depends upon the sharing of knowledge, respect and compassion. I seem to be building such a community here in Joshua Tree with people I’ve stumbled upon in daily living where we’ve felt a mutual familiarity with each other and this group that seems to be forming. One member of this group has psychic abilities, and has seen visions of us as pirates on a ship together in the 1500s. We were searching for treasure back then, and interestingly enough, we’re working together now to dig through our buddy’s old stuff to get his house ready for renovation and are finding treasures of his that are collectables from eras gone by. Like ancient swords, and custom leather crafted holsters. It almost feels like a scene from Mad Max, as we forage through the goodies in this desert hideaway with visions of preparation for some sort of End Times, or something. Needless to say, each of us has a role, and together we are creating a home that will expand into a welcoming community that will be off the grid eventually and sustainable with a garden and private well.

All we need

With this strong sense of community under my wings, I am taking flight to the areas of our world that provide me the most physical, emotional and spiritual healing…Gaia’s energy centers. Joshua Tree, California, has had the loudest calling to me, so I’ve found that this high Mojave desert has provided the strongest messages and soul balm. It is being one with this beautiful being underneath our feet that has given me the most balance. And as we get launched into this next chapter of big change within our society, I find that the birds have given me the strongest message, “Soar above the turbulence, and keep the higher perspective.”


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When Your Ass Catches on Fire

Friday, December 5th, 2014 RIDING Comments Off on When Your Ass Catches on Fire

My ass is saved!


Ever find yourself a player in one of your own insane dramas when you react to an emergency life or death situation as if you were cooly swatting a fly away from your face? Well, this is just what I experienced on the first of my eight day solo ride up the coast from LA to Seattle, Washington, when my ass caught on fire.

There I was in the fast lane, zipping along the boringly straight Interstate 5 Freeway, a mere 100 miles from my brother’s boat home in San Francisco’s harbor. The high-pitched hum of “Jack,” my DRZ, had lulled me into a meditative state where only something out of the ordinary could shake me. And there it was — one of the worst possible moto “Richter Scale” scenarios. My butt felt extremely hot through the motorcycle pants, and as I glanced down behind to the right there were flames shooting from the saddlebag and exhaust! Luckily,  there was a gap between the 18-wheelers in the slow lane, so I zipped over to the shoulder for an emergency stop without the flames climbing my leg.

The next 15 minutes felt as if I were an observer of someone else’s nightmare, as I surreally reacted to the insanity. Thousands of thoughts raced through my head as I tried to smother the fire by beating on it with my glove. To make matters worse, I was quickly using up the oxygen within my helmet with no time to think of opening the visor. Not one person pulled over for me after I waved like a crazy person with flames and smoke shooting from my bike. What was fabulous about this is that I was left to my own devices to save Jack and myself from a fiery fate. It was a good thing I grabbed a piece of tire from the road to try and swat out the fire, because the weight of it ended up knocking the burning bag off the bike.

It was then that I remembered that I was still wearing my CamelBak, which was still 3/4 full and ready to save my ass before the flames hit the tank. So, I poured the contents out and doused the fire before all went up in flames. Finally, a woman pulled over and gave me two extra bottles of water and called 911 for me.

By the time the fire engine arrived, I had already proven that I could meet this big challenge head on and take care of myself. I met them with a huge smile and laugh about how my adventure had started off with a bang. They gave the bag a final dousing, and surgically cut the melted plastic away from the pipe. A peek inside the damaged area revealed that only the electrical tape around the wires had begun to melt, but the wiring seemed intact. They asked if I needed a tow, but I answered, “If this baby starts up, I’m outta here!” And wouldn’t you know it, my amazingly reliable Suzuki DRZ400 kicked over immediately. So, I grabbed an extra set of ROK Straps from my tank bag, lashed the surviving Ortlieb saddle bag to the top of my load, and was off.

My brother, Jonathan, had left work early to greet me at his boat. As he waited for my late arrival, he got on Facebook to pass the time, and discovered the post of my smiling face next to smoking Jack. As I finally pulled up, he ran out to give his only sibling an extra huge hug. There was just one answer to where we’d go to dinner that night, “Let’s get your butt in the water and kayak across the estuary to restaurant row for a well-deserved toast to life!”

And a short while later, there we sat on the outdoor waterfront patio of a fabulous Jack London Square restaurant raising our glasses to “not letting anything get in the way of chasing our dreams and living life to the fullest.”

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Life Lessons from Riding Sand

Wednesday, June 5th, 2013 RIDING Comments Off on Life Lessons from Riding Sand

A loose grip is the answer to life.

A heart attack, brain bleed, and mild dementia. Nothing that the best sand riding technique couldn’t cure.

Did I feel guilty for leaving my 76 year old father in my brother’s capable hands as I took off for a weekend desert ride getaway in Borrego Springs after I’d spend two months nursing him back from his heart attack and brain bleed? Not in the slightest. If it’s one thing a caretaker learns after a long time of giving it’s that sanity demands that you give back to yourself once in a while.

There I was with my DRZ Jack, ready to kick up some sand thanks to Andy at Aerostich and Michael at On Any Moto. You see after my first adventure ride through the Grand Canyon in 2009, I quickly learned that a top load with no side bags makes for some extra squirrelly handling. So the second my two wheels hit the garage on my return, I dove right into ADVRider’s forum to find out which saddlebags would be best suited for the narrow profile I like to run for tighter trails. The answer was easy…Ortleib’s Thin Dry Saddlebags made only for Aerostich. I picked up a nice used set on the cheap, and loved them until the very end. It was a bittersweet day when my right bag took the brunt of a nice 25′ slide down Fairfax Blvd in Los Angeles to save my leg in a mid-town get-off. Thanks to Andy at Aerostich, Jack is now sporting a new set of the same most perfect waterproof dual sport bags that have ever hit the market.

With a weekend of sand staring me in the face, I knew I had to replace my 90/10 road tires with more sand-worthy counterparts. Michael at On Any Moto was there to cover my butt in the loose terrain with a new set of Dunlop D606s and a new 43 tooth Superlite steel sprocket from Drive Systems, USA. I’ve been running the D606s since I first got my bike in ’07, and I love them for their bite in the dirt while holding up well on the tar with no drift or road noise. The new smaller sprocket gave me more top end on the tar for less whine at my stable 70 mph without sacrificing much torque in the sand. Michael is my favorite dual sport supplier, and like Andy, customer service is at the very top of their list. Cheers to you, swee Michael and Andy.

When I finally let Jack loose on the grainy swells of the desert, I had to override the most common mistake made in the sand…control. This is a huge life lesson that I’ve finally come to practice regularly in my 48th year in this life. I just tossed it out of my vocabulary, altogether. Now, I let things unfold organically in their due time, and allow situations to dance to their own music. Just like Jack as he skips across this beautiful landscape at whim underneath my loose grip.

I brought this top sand riding technique back to my dad after my soul was filled from this weekend away. Watching the dementia take hold of him was like watching a motorcycle wheel bury itself deep in the sand at the mercy of a desperate gunning of the throttle. I ride the fine line of honoring his wishes, and helping him navigate the path that appears to be best for him. Who am I to judge? I use the loose-grip technique especially when dealing with my dad’s financial affairs. I let him pay his own bills, and go over them with him to make sure he’s not double-paying. He still feels in control of his life, while accepting help to see things for himself.

This stage has brought us closer together through trust, patience, and companionship. And without the lessons I’ve learned from sand, it would have never been as sweet.


Do Boobs and Motorcycles mix?

Thursday, December 20th, 2012 RIDING Comments Off on Do Boobs and Motorcycles mix?

Find out what the doctors aren't telling you.

It was a beautiful summer day in June when I found myself sliding down Fairfax Blvd face down for twenty five feet when a million thoughts rushed into my head, “Crap, I’m going down. Wow, how weird the asphalt looks sliding by my visor. Thank heavens
I’m wearing my motorcycle gear.” I popped up in the middle of traffic in shock and walked away from my motorcycle to the sidewalk in a daze. Waiting for the paramedics as onlookers congregated around me gave me a chance to assess my injuries. My right shoulder and foot took the brunt of the impact, but everything else seemed ok. I thought I was lucky to walk away from my first motorcycle accident
with just a broken collar bone and broken big toe. It was not until a year later that I started to feel the effects of silicone poisoning.

It was back in 1988 when I was 24 that I made the decision to transform my body into something that it was not. I was very athletic, very sensual, and loved my body. But, for some reason I was born into a time that gave women easy access to change the way they looked, especially when living in Los Angeles. I wondered what it would feel like to match my sensuality with a womanly figure. No one else was involved in my decision, so it was just fascinating to witness my emotional process through the whole thing. I thought my emotional state before and after the surgery was a healthy body image. I had fun and thoroughly enjoyed it both without and with the new breasts. The decision wasn’t to
improve my self image. It was to enjoy a new experience.

Three weeks ago the silicone poisoning ramped up from the ruptured implant due to the accident. I got bad headaches, and felt a burning sensation from my breast that spread into the entire chest cavity. After mining the internet for facts regarding silicone poisoning, I was not shocked to find details that weren’t shared with me by the surgeon when I first got them. Silicone is made up of major neurotoxins and carcinogens, which is a recipe for ill health even when they don’t rupture http://www.jussta.com/recipe_for_death.htm). There are many women who have suffered from autoimmune diseases immediately after the implants were put in, but the medical community has refused to link them. It’s a multi-billion dollar industry, and that’s a hell of a lot of hush money.

After going in to get my symptoms checked out, my doctor scheduled an MRI to confirm her diagnosis of a rupture. The MRI came back positive for silicone leakage. Luckily, I was immediately referred to Dr. David Sayah, one of the top plastic
surgeons in Beverly Hills in my opinion, to perform the removal of the implants right away. I felt so out of place walking into that gorgeous marble-lined office fresh out of the tv show “Nip Tuck.” How the hell did I get sucked into this merry-go-round, anyway?

Right now for me at age 48, I am more concerned about health than ego. I enjoyed my wonderful experience with the bigger breasts for 24 years, but am very happy to embrace the old me and a healthy body. I have decided not to replace them,
because I’m ready to feel the energy in my body in its purest form without the interference of any foreign matter inside. I’m feeling some big energy flow through my body these days, and much of the time it surfaces as vibration in my feet. Other times it shoots through my body in pulses or strong waves during meditation. I’m ready for the next phase of my life that includes a more spiritually sensual embrace of my body.

As I look at my body in the mirror after surgery, I find myself exploring all of the new emotions that are surging forward. I had identified myself with these breasts for all of my adult life, so I’m allowing myself to feel all of the emotions that go with the process of letting them go. To be perfectly honest, I’m going through a mourning phase right off the bat. It almost feels as if I’ve had a double mastectomy, and am currently really missing them. But, I am walking away with a stronger emotion that overrides it all, and that is the excitement I’m feeling about a healthy body with beautiful energy that others can feel. At the end of the day, isn’t the beauty always found from within, anyway?


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Takin’ On the World

Saturday, August 27th, 2011 RIDING Comments Off on Takin’ On the World

Livin’ the dream!

“I have cancer.”

Paul’s words blasted through the phone, but shock kept them from registering. This sentence seemed so surreal coming from my dear friend’s lips.

“What?! This can’t be!” was all I could utter. My mouth was paralyzed.

“Two years of planning my round-the-world, and it’s in
the toilet. What’s the point?!” I could feel him giving up.

“Wait, don’t slip away. I know it’s hard to see it right
now, but there may be a reason why your trip isn’t happening the way you planned it. Listen, I need you to hang in there with me. Can I ask you something?” As these words rolled off my tongue, I felt the strongest pull to help Paul heal. It was a pull I had never experienced in all of my life. It was so strong that it felt like a calling.

“Sure.” He answered.

“Will you let me help you heal? I know we can do it together.” And with that invitation, Paul felt drawn to say, “OK”. It was at
that moment that I knew how the rest of my life would play out…in a bigger picture sort of way.

This intense period of healing and connection pushed this friendship into a beautiful relationship where life dreams converged. From a foundation of optimism in the midst of a battleground, the round-the-world dream was reborn…one year later. Except this time it would be with a loving partner.

But, as a solo riding mama, how in the world was I going to be able to break away from my kids longer than my longest ride of ten days? There was only one answer. They would come with us. This vision of the family round-the-world adventure ride is very clear in our minds, and something we are making happen in 2012.

Now, for the fun of landing a Ural motorcycle, and customizing the sidecar into a cushy rig for my daughter Alana, 10, and my son Dimitri, 7. This is a dream I’ve had in my mind and have talked about in my ride reports for years. It’s finally coming to fruition. I have always envisioned a sidecar in my future, and now I get to orchestrate its design. Two of my biggest passions rolled into one…riding and designing. This is how I am going to share my world with my children and be by their side as they discover our world as a whole lying in wait to unfurl its beauty for their new eyes.

I invite you my dear ones to follow along. This is going to be a journey of a lifetime for so many as it represents hope, dreams, love and determination. We have our vision focused on making this trip happen, and those of you who come along for the ride will get to witness great things unfolding before all of our eyes.

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Ara Gureghian: Hollywood Needs our Shining Star

Friday, July 8th, 2011 RIDING Comments Off on Ara Gureghian: Hollywood Needs our Shining Star

Vote for this photo of Ara by clicking

"The Phoenix Rises"


Your vote could save the future of our country. Quite literally. Here we have our very own brother adventure rider, Ara Gureghian, and his dog Spirit captured in a single poignant photo that could be the seed of inspiration for the next Ron Howard short film that he is developing with his daughter.

Ara’s black and white desert self portrait is a finalist for an inspired storyline in Ron’s new “Imagin8tion project”. This means that we have a shot at getting a story to screen that will fill the hearts of Americans and beyond and give them hope for their future. You see, Ara represents a rising Phoenix from the depths of the ashes. And with so many trying to climb out of the ashes these days, hope is the only life-saver around.

What is one of the fastest routes to the ashes in this case you may ask? I can attest that as a parent this answer is easy…losing a child. Try an only child. And in Ara’s case, how about a twenty-six year old son whom you’ve wrapped your future dreams into of co-owning and running an exciting restaurant together that is the culmination of a tight loving relationship and passion for food and life. All of it down the toilet and with it the will to live without this one person by his side, when the few words were uttered, “I have cancer.”

Since losing his son seven years ago, Ara has taken his life, BMW sidecar rig and his devoted dog, Spirit, to the road. This way of life hasn’t always been easy for Ara. Being at the whim of Mother Nature has both its perks and its challenges. As one gets older, the challenges become more and more like a test of sanity. Why, at age 62, would you put your body through camping in the snow without heat and luxuries? Or, find yourself stuck in a remote area of Timbuktu when your rig breaks down.

The answer is very simple…it is a calling.

Ara has answered this calling of taking to the road with grace, determination and loyalty. Through this journey and the shared insight and heartfelt self discoveries within his blog, www.oasisofmysoul.com , Ara has shed light on not only the dark recesses of his own mind, but those of thousands of others. His readers cling to his words that surface daily like boeys in a tumultuous and angry sea. These words have become their only hope when everything around them looks so dim.

If Ara can survive both the cards he has been dealt, as well as the cards he has dealt himself, then why can’t we?

Vote by clicking the above photo and navigate through the contest details. Thank you, Nicole.

Welcome to Cud for the Mind

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011 RIDING Comments Off on Welcome to Cud for the Mind

“I do some of my best thinking in my DRZ saddle.  Actually, the bigger thoughts get chewed over and over in my mind in between concentration on the trail. That’s the beauty about dual sporting…the freedom on the bike and the connection with nature gets you out of the mundane thought. So, toss out those cells, cubicle demands and grocery lists and hop on that bike, or at least join me in some dual sport thought chew.”

-Nicole Espinosa is the founder and blogger of Rugged Rider.

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The Bigger Picture Journey

Monday, January 24th, 2011 RIDING Comments Off on The Bigger Picture Journey


What happens when a ride turns into something bigger? Like my last adventure ride around Oregon. What’s funny is I felt in my gut before leaving that this ride would open doors. These weren’t ordinary doors like connections for work or leads to material gains.

These were the doors to my soul.

It’s no surprise that the world at large is feeling something bubbling up from beneath. Chaos and the crumbling of archaic systems are visible all around us. The time has come for change in the dawning of this new age. It was this change that brought me to my knees three years ago after my divorce and the loss of my home. But, it took me being shaken that traumatically from the world that I knew to
force me to search for answers within. This search would ultimately lead me to the brightest climb of my life…my inner journey of coming home.

It wasn’t until I threw a leg over my bike, Jack, this last October for a loop around Oregon on an eight day solo journey that I realized my calling. This ride was centered around learning a healing technique called muscle testing from an
acupuncturist in Portland. This technique is based upon tapping into intuitive
answers to yes and no questions, which can include health, life, truth, you
name it. There is a lot more to it than meets the eye, and it eventually led me
down the path of trusting my own stronger intuition in the end. But, all in
all, it was an inner journey to beat all others.

Throughout my Oregon ride, my people connections proved to be magical in many ways. When individuals
would approach me on my bike after realizing I was a woman on a solo motorcycle
ride our conversations would always drift to the lure of living life in a big
way. Invariably, we would all agree that there was some kind of excitement in
the air. That something bigger was happening. Often times, we would walk away
feeling the charge of electricity between two people excited about life.

Since October, my intuition has gotten stronger and I have begun to feel buzzing in
my feet, legs and sometimes my hands. When something rings true to my heart and
soul I get goosebumps and sometimes tears in my eyes. These telltale signs of
connection keep me on the path that is meant for me at this time. I am deeply
feeling the energy and electricity of others all around me, and am repelled by
negativity in people and situations and avoid them at all costs. One of the
biggest draws in this feeling of coming home is the feeling of a very deep
connection within the amazing community of adventure riders, and those who have
responded to my ride reports. This family that I have built around me gives me
this feeling of security, warmth and the love of life that draws me in.

An additional byproduct of this bigger picture journey is my pull to living a healthier
lifestyle, which includes eating fresh, organic fare, exercise that feeds my
body and soul, and meditation that helps me find the answers within.
Synchronicity and coincidences that aren’t really coincidences are happening at
a higher daily rate, as well. Opportunities and people to help me along my path
are being placed before me. This gives me such hope that all will fall into
place the way it should for an exciting future that is right around the corner.

What really hits home from this journey, though, is the realization of my calling or
purpose. I feel so drawn to healing in some way. I’m not sure if I will become
a healer or will inspire others through my adventurous living and loving. But
either way, I have walked away from this ride knowing that I am doing exactly
what I should be doing for my soul’s journey…riding, writing, creating through
photography and product design, and letting everyone know that something big
and wonderful is here.

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Giving Myself the Gift of Moto Escape

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010 RIDING Comments Off on Giving Myself the Gift of Moto Escape

Nicole gives herself the gift of riding.

The last time I rode my DRZ, Jack, was on my soul-filling Oregon adventure ride in October. He’d been in the shop since then just waiting for me to get him out of hawk. Two months away from my bike was synonymous to slow water drip torture. In the meantime, life got in the way. Whisking kids off to school, soccer and playdates forced the excuse to use the cage/car. But for those beautiful, peaceful moments while the kids were at school these past couple of months still had me enclosed in a cage. Little by little, my patience got shorter and daily responsibilities began to weigh on me.

At the time, I didn’t link the lack of my bike to the sole cause of my slipping zen mindset. At least, not until this weekend when I picked Jack up from the shop and brought him home where he belonged. No downpour could keep
me from riding my bike down to the L.A. Motorcycle Show this last Saturday.
And, it wasn’t until I was layered for the weather, mounting the bike and
zipping out of the garage did I realize how very, very much I had missed this
experience that I so need in my life.

I was laughing out loud in my helmet, talking to myself, and
smiling so hard that my cheeks popped out over the tight helmet pads…

“Oh my gosh, this is living!!!”

“Man, have I missed this!”


Now this holiday season as I fill myself with giving to
others, I make sure I take the time to give myself the ultimate gift of
life…time on my bike.

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My Motorcycle is My Home

Saturday, July 10th, 2010 RIDING Comments Off on My Motorcycle is My Home

"You can take my home, but you can't take my bike!"

"You can take my home, but you can't take my bike!"

I can make any place with four walls and a roof my sanctuary to nurture my family and work life. But, it’s my bike that I need for my sanity. That’s my connection to the glorious world of nature and adventure where I become one with my core and the earth. All it takes for me to recharge my batteries is the sight of my bike, Jack B. Nimble, packed for an adventure ride and then…

I know I’m home.

Who cares what this economy has heaped on me. It can’t take away what I hold most dear…my freedom and the ability to instill in my kids a lust for life. It’s that passion for life that really surfaces in me when I’m on my solo rides and pondering some of the deeper questions of existence. Specifically, have I learned some of the biggest lessons of my life? I actually think that my most recent lesson of letting go is my biggest one. Graduation from the schooling of that one seems to be knocking on my door. Not soon enough, or so it seems. But, then again I realize that it’s all playing out the way it is meant to for me to climb to the next level.

When contemplating the “climb” the other day, I had a revelation about how I am going to be successful in both work and daily life. It is going to be through my personal connections with people. It’s funny how I crave that, especially on my solo rides where the interpersonal stories or strangers living their own journeys is what’s most intriguing to me. Here we are thrown together on this Earth in various cultures and communities, and through international adventure rides or everyday interactions we can find that we are all one.

There are commonalities that just can’t tear us apart, no matter what wars are being projected on the news. Have you ever been a rider on one of those adventure rides out in the middle of nowhere and your bike breaks down? Ever needed any help beyond what your tools or mechanical expertise can reach? Isn’t it amazing how a stranger in a foreign land or a fellow ADV rider appears out of nowhere to lend a helping hand? How about the exchange of love and laughter between a rider and children in a third world country? It’s those priceless moments on the road that demonstrate that home is really where the bike goes in the journey of life. So the next time the bank says, “foreclosure”, I’ll answer, “You can take my home, but you just can’t take my bike!”

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