|Lunch at Obie's Fillin' Station, Colorado City, CO|
And like how the 3-week road trip originally started by jumping on to the slab, we do that again by heading south on I-25, ending up in Raton, NM.
Being a guy, perhaps I can't fully describe the experience of being at the Summit. All I can see are women laughing, giggling and hugging, without really understanding what lies underneath the surface of all that. That's why you can view Sash's photo collection of the weekend.
For the most part, I spent the time with my brother who lives in South Denver. But it's not to say that I didn't spend any time at the Summit, I did. I was there to sit at the bar and drink down a few beers, and while doing so I got to talk to several of the female riding attendees. For the most part, it was about as wild as a college sorority party, complete with half-naked firefighters washing bikes, and some severe booby-squashing-hugs of the circular motion kind.
And many of the women there were over 6 feet tall, with long legs, muscles, and take-charge attitude enough to bring out the little boy in me. If next year they have a session on how to turn a Honda rider into a sex slave, I may volunteer as the subject.
And speaking of Hondas, I didn't see many. I saw a Goldwing, and I saw the new 2014 Valkyrie, but otherwise it was 95% Harleys. There was a couple of sportbikes, at least one Suzuki V-Strom, and one BMW 1200 RT, and a spattering of metric cruisers.
The ride back home always feels different than the ride out. Somehow, I find myself wanting to do more miles, wanting to ride at faster speeds. Home is like a magnet pulling me back. The closer I get, the more I seem focused on it.
The whole weekend at the Summit, Sash met several other women who practically earn a living on the road, selling their wares, from one event to another.
"We can do this!" she said, referring to our marketing business, convinced that we have just as much opportunity to build a client base on the road than we've been able to do in San Diego thus far. And how can I argue against living on the road, on our motorcycles?
So, we're heading back to San Diego now. But how long we'll be there, I don't know.
|I-25 Southbound, south of Pueblo, CO|
|Rack of ribs and Odell Porter, at Obie's Fillin' Station, Colorado City, CO|
|Sash rides south on I-25 Colorado|
|Sash raises her hand as she nears the New Mexico border, happy to get out of Colorado|
|Whenever I ride across Raton Pass, I hear that song, "Snowing on Raton".|