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Road Trip to Nowhere

  • Nov 5, 2023
  • 2 min read


I buckle the bedroll to the back as I begin my freedom quest.

A kiss for my woman then a wave goodbye begins my annual journey.

She will miss me but we look forward to our passionate reunion.

Soon, I’ll be flying this beast to unfamiliar territories and fighting my way through the elements.

Losing track of time, I’ll visit towns, cities, forests, oceans, and plains.

Roadside attractions and dive bars attempt to drain my cash.

Lonely women will tempt me in their desire for a man to cling to.

Unrelenting Heat and pouring rain and rock-solid sleet hammer to penetrate my leather.

Bugs and road debris and gravel spit in my face.

The seat becomes hard and rumbles under me slamming into my bones for hours.

Engine breakdowns, distracted drivers, and potholes are a constant threat.

I love every moment of this road trip to nowhere and I thank God for it.

Exhilarating and carefree and terrifying and miserable at once.

Beauty is everywhere, trees, streams, mountains, lakes, and ocean shores.

Taking in what Mother Earth and the gods provide.

Meeting the vast collection of souls who inhabit these places.

Enjoying conversations, events, music, and breathing the fresh clean air.

No, do not question why I do this, question instead, why you, do not.

Laura Sue ~

From- Gasoline Leather and Patchouli


The man I quoted in this poem told stories of his road trips that made anyone who heard him want to tag along. But he never invited anyone on these trips. I am really not certain if it was because he truly wanted the solitude or if there were some kind of nefarious acts that he didn't want many to know about. Either way, I would hang on his every word and long to be able to visit the places he talked about. I encourage anyone reading this to take time for enjoying the people around you. If their words speak to you, write them down and record how you felt when they spoke them. Writing is an expression of who you are and your words will be here long after you have gone. There will then be something for those you'll leave behind to help them learn about who you are and to know you on a level they never could even if you were speaking to them in person.

 
 
 

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