One Hell of a Ride

Next year, my hubby Highway and I plan to take an extended road trip on our bikes. I'm in the process of selling my car to purchase a new bike before we take off, so I have some experience beforehand. I have ridden his Yamaha Roadstar 1300, but at over 800 lbs, it was just too much for me. The bike I'm currently jonesing for is the Kawasaki Ninja 250. I would love it in flat black, with very little, if any, aftermarket gear on it. My bike will be just for my fat ass. Highway will haul the gear on Blackbird, his Honda ST 1200.

So the trip will hopefully be 6 months across the U.S. No real plan, no destinations set, just ride where the road takes us. Our only real goals are: 1. Continue to work on a very regular basis, and 2. Reach a city, stay 2 weeks and see the city, then decide our next destination.

I've done some real work in the past few months to get all of my ducks in a row to make this happen. Living a life being homeless used to frighten me, but now I can't wait. I've found my home in Highway. There is no need to look anywhere else. Wherever we are together, I feel safe, happy and fulfilled.

Traveling is a dream I've carried in my heart since I was a kid, dying to get away from my abusive family. Not surprisingly, I married a pussy who never wanted to go anywhere, terrified of everything beyond our front doorstep. After spending 15 years locked inside my suburban Hell being filled with wanderlust, I'm chomping at the bit to get the fuck out on the road.

We leave Monday, April 15, 2013. I plan to write as often as possible, taking readers along the trail of our adventure. Come along! I promise, it will be one hell of a ride!