When we turned 40, my college pal Tom Gillespie and I rode motorcycles to Nova Scotia and back. (I had to buy one for the adventure, and learn how to ride it along the way.)
When we turned 50, we apparently still had something to prove. So we rode motorcycles around Ecuador. Pretty much every morning we awoke in the Amazon rain forest and made an assault on an Andes mountain. (Sometimes the mountain made an assault on us.)
Now at 55, we’re heading for what we hope will be a less arduous moto-shamble along the southern coast of Spain—Barcelona to Malaga. Back here mid-July—surely with a few stories to tell.
Meanwhile: Thanks for reading Writing Boots. Earlier this year I published my 4,000th post. Some people have been reading Boots that whole time—come to think of it, since right about the time we took that Nova Scotia trip, 15 years ago.
Anyway: Thanks for sticking with me all these years. While I’m away, I’ll leave you the same advice I take myself: Keep the rubber side down.
And most important, don’t touch that dial. I just reviewed my notes for future posts and the top item was in all-caps: “POOPING LIFE-HACK.”
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