I took a leap of faith in a startup company last year and bought a cool looking small displacement motorcycle. I have never regretted my decision and fully support their Mission. On this journey I have also met a number of great people and some of which I am fortunate to call friend. As for the bike I have pushed the Widow hard to see what she is capable of adding the mileage every day and asking more of her. She has never really faltered and has proven herself a thousand fold.
Knowing my bike, talking to her, listening, hell there’s even a love there too and pride. I knew that if I were to ask her to carry me down a road yet travelled, she would fire up and bear my weight with little to no complaint. I knew in my mind that this would be a challenge that we are capable to facing. I knew also that this would be something that we would have to do. To prove that not only she, but her sisters are capable and strong, that her rider is equally as capable. I also knew that this would be a road that we would have to take by ourselves.
The crew for the trip has dwindled to just two, Me and my iron horse. She isn’t the biggest, the fastest, or the strongest but we have the heart and drive. I had a nagging suspicion that it would come to just the Widow, the road and I. Maybe it’s better this way, the only way to truly test oneself if in the face of the challenge. I have no doubt that we will succeed. Although I must admit some trepidation, I guess I should worry if I didn’t have those feelings.
Some of you reading this will wonder why I am lamenting. There have been countless others that have done this and more. The thing is I never have done a trip like this on a motorcycle. Let alone thought to ever do this on a single cylinder 250cc machine, especially one that is a hard tail. My wife has become more concerned as the date of my departure looms in the horizon. She feels that I should have a companion on the road, someone to watch my back and me theirs. Basically, anyone to follow and ride with on the trip down and hopefully back home. The thing is, she is more concerned that I will end up in a ditch, alone, hurt or worse leaving her and my daughter alone. I cannot say that she is wrong and there are certain risks involved, nevertheless the bigger the risk the sweeter the rewards. Still doesn’t calm her mind and she feels that someone should carry the weight of worry and concern. That my mind should only be set on success.
However this will be a feat that I will own but it just won’t be mine. This will be ours, the tha Riders. So if I have to do this on my own and the only support I have is from a distance. So be it! I know there will be no fan fair or huge welcoming when I arrive. This trip is mine alone. Pass or Fail this is mine and I will own it.
i plan keep a record of the trip as I have over the last nine months, and turn over my findings to PIT Motors and Cleveland CycleWerks.
CCW for Life,