I realise, that as you get older, the more things need to be planned. There's never that spontanous road trip. There are timelines, and checkpoints. Almost a 'productivity guage' for getting the 'most' out of a trip. I admit I fall into that, until the other year. When I learned that the trip IS the destination. OH, it sounds so zen like, But that was when I removed my computer off of the bike, and learned to enjoy the ride itself.
I can thank my Uncle Bob for that one. On a trip to Montreal, he had two of the kids in his car, (known as the car with no rules) Part way there I watch Bob take a random exit off of the highway, concerned, I called him. He was bored with the view, and was going to take whatever side roads. He had no map, just an idea that if he went north, he'ld hit the border, and find his way.
I recieved a couple of taunts, that I couldn't possibly do the same. (dare? that's the easiest way to get me to do something) So I tried to beat Uncle Bob at his own game. But since it's not a game, I lost. He found a ferry to ride in Plattsburg, and made it 'more' of an adventure.
But the lesson was learned. So on this vacation, nothing was booked, there were no timelines, just a general route: through Jersey, ferry across Bay, drive across Delaware, bridge over Bay, drive into DC, walk & bike around DC, fireworks at the Mall, at some point leave back to Jersey, stay in Cape May for a night, or two, or three, then go home. Perfect! I've never driven past Trenton, and my expectations are pretty low, the only thing I like about Jersey is CWMD.
And some stereotypes exist for a reason, we now have the radio game in Jersey. Start at the bottom, hit search, and keep going. HOW MANY SPRINGSTEEN AND BON JOVI SONGS DID YOU GET? Shit! Jersey falls into that 'state that is it's own country' along with Texas - who has always thought that, and Utah - who celebrates the day they bacame a state, more than the 4th of July, which is kind of like a middle finger to the other 49 states. Silly Utah.
Anyways the radio game started when 'Born in the USA' was playing, and I said it'ld be awesome if they went right into an obnoxious Bon Jovi song, and thirty seconds later I got 'Livin' on a Prayer' thanks! I was only kidding. So hit 'Search', and three more stations playing the Boss. Just can't get enough.
In a matter of hours we had it to Cape May. We had an hour before the next ferry, so why not take fully dressed kids to the beach? They won't get wet, right? Well, in ten minutes we had wet kids. Clothes packed away, and wet kids headed back to the ferry. Still not sure if we're getting a hotel in Delaware, or driving straight through to DC.
And will I met up with Gwadzilla? Or at least spot him?
Stoked 3. March 2011
Injustice for All. UAG, March 2011
Dead Presidents Lounge. January 2011
Last Call. Marketplace Gallery, December 2010
Send2 Show. UAG, November 2010
The Wine Bar & Bistro. November 2010
Dead Presidents Lounge. November 2010
Townsend Cafe. October 2010
unDead. UAG, October 2010
Townsend Cafe. September 2010
Members Only. UAG, August 2010
Danger!. UAG, July 2010
People's Choice. UAG, June 2010
Marketplace Gallery Fundraiser. May 2010
The Yellow Show. UAG, May 2010
ConTEXT. UAG, April 2010
Rosen Gallery. April 2010
SLICK. UAG, March 2010
Infinity & Beyond. UAG, Febuary 2010
ARTributes. UAG, January 2010
Small Works. UAG, December 2009
Art for Animals. Spencertown Academy, November 2009
Fresh Produce. UAG, November 2009
Myth Conceptions. UAG, October 2009
Tag! UAG, September 2009
Utopia. UAG, August 2009
Off the Wall. UAG, July 2009
People's Choice. UAG, June 2009
Vacant Artist Project. TNO, May 2009
Grand Tour. UAG, May 2009
Loose Threads. UAG, April 2009
Issues. UAG, March 2009
The Blue Show. UAG, Febuary 2009
New Beginnings. UAG, January 2009
Stokes Gallery Show, December 2008
50/50. UAG, December 2008
Futura. UAG, November 2008
Buried City. UAG, October 2008
Dream Wheels. UAG, May 2008
Dirt Rag/Rays MTB Park
-photo contest finalist
I sold my car. I ride my bike where
I need to go. I take pictures. I say dumb things when I manage to get one of my big feet out of my mouth. I'm
about 3 cases of beer shy of entering in the clydesdale class. Technology
challenged, a retro-grouch. Bad luck
follows me everywhere. Don't ride close, you might flat after me.
libertyonbikes (at) aol.com
This next year?
I swear I'll:
A. drop some weight
B. make a few more races
C. offend another ten percent
D. keep putting my feet in my mouth.
E. find a jersey that fits properly