It never occurred to me that I’d ever be a shade over fifty-eight and one-half years old. Not that I ever really thought about it too much. But, I find myself thinking about it more frequently these days…

Jax and I were talking recently about whether or not we wanted to take a two week on the bike vacation or a one week on the bike vacation this year. She’s leaning towards one week away and one week home. Taking just a week would limit the distance we could comfortably travel on our bike and preclude some of the destinations I’d been imagining ourselves visiting this summer in southern Utah and northern Arizona. Not that there aren’t plenty of beautiful places to visit on the Bulgesicle that are closer to home, mind you, but there’s something about Utah that does draw me and I was looking forward to seeing some of them this summer. And, there’s the undeniable fact that we are both ageing and who knows how many more of these kinds of trips we’ll actually be able to manage. In only ten short years (and the years seem to get shorter as more of them fall behind me and shrink into the rearview mirror of my memory) I’ll be sixty-eight and one-half years old and it’s not too difficult to imagine that long motorcycle trips might be a bit too much. On the other hand, there’s always a ton of work that needs to be done around the homestead and the more we put it off to go enjoy ourselves on the back of the bike the more the work piles onto us when we return. Still, it’s not like we’ll ever get it all “done” and really, is it that important?

Guess the thing to do is jump on the bike and take a ride and ponder the options. I better do it pretty soon, though. After all, I’m not getting any younger…

Ride safe,
Zippo and Jax