that's the rub, guys...extensive journaling isn't my forte...when i roll off, i'm likely to all but disappear (it's a style that's perplexed many friends, and family) and i'm trying to explain myself. before the bikes got me all excited, before the bikes took me over the edge, i was a content social lurker...i'd figured out what i had to do, with my resources, to stay above phsycological water. "don't leech and cause no harm. other than that, party-on dude" worked for me. doing all these things with so many people was strange sh--t for me to experience, being under scrutiny of
any kind causes an uncomfortable itch on the back of my neck, ya dig? but who would
not have grabbed the bars under the circumstances? let's face it, i had a BLAST the last 4 years, but am melancholy about so many of my friends feeling unable to share it with me, or even sometimes with each other.
anyways, to summarize: karma took me for one hairy ride, but she gave me one SWEET ride in return
the mysite is my last-ditch effort at doing better to stay in touch this time. i'm shopping for the right eton/grundig emergency radio with usb charging capabilities & then a suitable new celphone/camera. hit public internet access, update mysite, move on. so at the least you'll be able to get a pic once in a while, and a few quick notes about life on the road these days. use the dedicated email addy to make direct contact & please give me time to respond. (EDIT: thank you, Rif)
i'll stick around and keep stirrin' it up until i'm gone, the posts will just peter out one day. but anyone finding this will at least know where the heck i got off to.
here's a note about my cargo:
i'm not interested in how
much i can carry, i'm shooting for how
little i (and S-2) can live with.