I hadn’t ridden my motorcycle but once in the last 6 months – and that was a brief trip to the office last week.
When I woke this morning it was already 64 degrees, and not quite fully light. But before I even brewed coffee I knew I was hitting the road.
As the coffee brewed I prepared my bike, and myself. While 64 degrees sounds warm I would be riding north, and knew it would get colder – so I layered up on clothing, filled my thermos with fresh coffee, and took off to wherever the wind and whim took me.
Normally when I head out of San Antonio I shoot straight up US281 – the fastest way for me to get to the Texas Hill Country. But today I headed West first – until I hit Highway 16. I’d never taken this path before, so it was immediately my favorite path. I love what I do not know.
I was near the town of San Geronimo before I felt I had truly left the city behind. I visited the “Blue Hole” at San Geronimo Creek, where I stopped to drink my coffee and just spend some time with myself.
I followed Highway 16 in a large slow loop until I reached Bandera. I thought I had spent time in Bandera before – but I was wrong – I must have had it confused with Blanco or Boerne. I liked Bandera. Of course I like Blanco and Boerne as well.
From there I took a slow ride south down HWY 173 to Hondo, TX – a familiar place to me. After a late breakfast taco I hit the highway for the 40 minute ride back to San Antonio – and home.
I was gone a couple of hours. Time I needed to spend away from me, and the Internet, my kids and Twitter.
I miss these days where I wake with no plan other then, “get out there and go”. It’s part of why I hate the winter, which keeps me shut it.
The Spring begs me and my bike to find something new, and amazing. And sometimes all it takes is me not being here.
Sometimes the journey is all that matters.
Sometimes amazing means nothing less than different. And today I had a different day.