Even though Sash and I were thousands of miles from home during our six-month road trip across the United States last year, we had dozens of friends and family following along through our blog and social media. Along the way, we picked up more readers and before we knew it, we found ourselves in the middle of a tight community of friends and fellow riders.
And why? It’s not like we’re the first to spend six months riding motorcycles. Others have done longer trips, in harsher environments.
Wendi was someone that Sash and I met a few years ago when were into our diet and exercise regimen. We were all working out with a couple of retired Marine Corp drill sergeants who decided to open up a fitness boot camp to supplement their incomes working security at the San Onofre Nuclear Power Plant. Imagine doing push ups with R. Lee Ermey crouching down into your face and screaming “beach body, beach body!”
So fast forward to now. We we’re not as slender and athletic as we used to be, but we have new perspectives on life.
Of course, having just gotten rid of all of our unneccessities, shoved everything else into storage, and traveled across the States with what we could fit on our bikes, it really changed our thinking on how much comfort we find in our material things.
And for Wendi, who had stayed home all her life, she found she had lost her own comfort zone after a string of deaths in her family.
“I’m in my 40s now”, she said. “I’m not married, I don’t have kids, and I still haven’t traveled anywhere.”
|Sash, Wendi, and myself, at Sipz Fusion Cafe, North Park|
Sash and I felt touched that she contacted us via Facebook and asked to join us for lunch in our neighborhood. She had been marveling at the places we went to and the people we met, and wanted to do the same. She took the hour drive south down to meet us.
“This May I’m going to Alaska”, she told us. “And then in August, I’m going to Spain!”
And the thing is that Sash and I each grew up feeling insignificant and unworthy. Low self-esteem sets in when the people who are supposed to love you and the people you are supposed to love, constantly point out your failures and wonder why you couldn’t be like others. After so much of it, you end up believing it.
Sash has trouble understanding how she could have inspired other women.
But often behind every strength, there is a weakness powering it.
I’ve known for my entire motorcycle riding life I’ve wanted to leave everything behind and live on the road. What motorcycle rider hasn’t? But yet, are we really just embarking on a great endeavor to distance ourselves from some perceived weakness? Is there something we’re trying to prove to ourselves, to others? Do we over extend ourselves as a way to fetch praise?
Or is it really just so innocent as a desire to explore the great outdoors?