We meet a lot of people over the course of our travels, and each time we meet someone, the question that always comes up is, "Where are you from?"
Several months ago, we used to say, "San Diego". But it's now been 18 months since we moved out of our permanent digs in the downtown of California's oldest city, and it's becoming harder and harder to say that we're actually from somewhere.
"OK, so where did you originally start from?" is the question that people will follow up with.
I guess we always have to come from somewhere. But technically, I'm not really from San Diego. It's just where I spent a lot of time growing up, and where my last permanent residence was. I was actually born in Honolulu, HI.
With the exception of those few people who never ever left the town they were born in, is it correct to say that we're all travelers?
Is it correct to say that we're all transitory, following the job market and moving from one place to another? Isn't that really what nomads are, following the caribou herd?
We'd like to think that civilization is a place where you can live all throughout the year, where you never have to leave, where food, water, and other necessities of life are perpetually brought to you. But now, people relocate from city to city, state to state, country to country. It's like we're still nomads.
A motorcycle nomad, on the other hand, I think, requires that we use a motorcycle to move from place to place, even if you're moving once every few years. I guess if you've since moved from your town of birth, and a motorcycle is how you move around, then you're a motorcycle nomad.
But I still like to call myself a Californian, and I still like to call myself an American. It helps people figure me out faster if I attach geographic labels to myself. Quite often, traveling across the country on a motorcycle leaves me with little time to have conversations with people. So, it saves me a lot of trouble explaining my perspectives if I just tell them, "I'm from California".
Where you started from, however, doesn't seem to matter much anyway, the language of motorcycling is universal.
Sash and I are now in Longmont, CO, and will be here until September 3.
Photos below are from our ride from Wheatland, WY to Longmont...
|Western Sky's Family Diner, in|
Wheatland, WY for breakfast
|It was a rough morning and I|
was getting hungry
|Omelette smothered in green|
chile sauce was amazing here
|The guy behind Sash was a loud|
mouthed Mr. Know It All
|Chugwater Chili has to be the|
best name for chili.
|I-25 southbound through|
|This is where Western Sky's|
Family Diner got its name
|Long stretch of interstate|
|The Yamaha V-Star 650 has|
held up well thus far
|Sweet Jeezus likes the view of|
|Sash wanted to get a photo of|
|Welcome to Colorful Colorado!|