Days 7-11

Post date: May 10, 2010 9:15:19 PM

Fort Wayne, the place I was born and raised. I’ve been catching up with old friends and family while tying up some loose ends like this website. Caught some catfish with my little brother at Cedarville Reservoir, my favorite fishing hole. The bike got an oil change and a new rear tire (which had to be special ordered!). I hid my spare keys in a secret location on the bike. Given my sore buttocks, I rush-ordered a Stearns ATV Seat Cover to be shipped to my friend Kalpesh’s hotel, at which I’ll be later this week. Walmart is supposed to carry them, but they don’t in this town, and such items are yet another piece of inventory that bike shops seem loathe to stock. What good is a store that just orders what you want? I can do that on Ebay, Amazon, or TheFind. I finalized my visitations with some friends over the next week, bought my travel medical insurance, and registered with the U.S. State Travel site. Looks like in order to register with a foreign embassy to warn them of your trip, you have to have concrete destinations, which I don’t have, so it looks like I’ll be flying somewhat under the radar. The show “River Monsters” gave me a good pump last night. Maybe I’ll be able to outsmart one of those mammoth cats of the Amazon River. Homelands takes no time to recapture your heart, but I wonder how long the feeling would last if I actually moved back here for good. I may be “rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond” for life because in all actuality, “where I lay my head is home.” Thanks, Metallica. And thanks to White Snake because “Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I’ve ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone, and I’ve made up my mind. I ain’t wasting no more time. Here I go again.” And whatever goes down, I hope it’s “in a Blaze of Glory” “Where the Streets Have No Name” because “Like a true nature child, we were born, born to be wild.”