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Dear Creatures and moped people world round. I  will now tell you about my life.

 

This is a ######## to write right.  I am not quite sure how to do this... sorry but I must get this off my chest. Bare with me.

 

 

  Before I left on this journey, I had a beautiful girlfriend, more money than most times in my life, and things were going pretty damn well. Creatures were flourishing, and moped life seemed to be great.  But lurking in the dungeon of my heart was a great anger and bitterness. Lost love lurked and waited, biting only those close to me, and causing the chaos that some might have seen hiding in my eyes.

 

  I have traveled to a great deal of places, and am very thankful to have had these opportunities in life. Most of all was the feeling I felt while on the road, the feeling of freedom and the ability to clear my mind and let things go, that seem impossible to let go of in the city, with all the work and stress, and just Life.

  Traveling has seemed to help me in life, and this time it definitely was what I needed.  I wasn´t giving my girlfriend my complete love that she deserved, I felt I was wasn´t to  my friends either, especially the ones closest to me, and just wasn´t completely there anymore. 

   This south america thing started as a Mexico mission, a quick month or two ride, but soon developed into , what the hell if we go that far why not go all the way,  South america mission.  We had a large crew, but with time most dropped out, due to lack of money and time, and responsibilities. Two left zack and I took this serious and decided to go for it. I knew my brain could use it, and he was just zack, one hell of a moped charger.  Ready for anything.

 

   MY girlfriend I don´t think understood completely that this was just more than a 6 month play time, for me at least.  I couldn´t hack the city anymore. I needed to clean the slate. ANd the road held the eraser (that is gay huh).anyhow.

   We spent every waking hour preparing, and the time came,  the rain let up, our bikes stayed running, and we said the hard goodbyes. When we left that day, I wasn´t sure I had made the right decision, I gave soo much up, would this be worth it.

 My lovely Rie and I talked and she decided to wait for me, which to my suprise helped me  alot along the way. WE reached Panama in under 2 months, and Rie flew down to meet me, I had never  been so in love in my life(should I be writing all this, what the hell).  My Lost Heart was regaining it´s strength, and with her I felt at that time a complete peace. There was love and her vacation was over, but mine was to continue for another 2 months.

 

  When you leave someone behind, can you expect them to wait,  I now say no, but then I thought so.  The trip to me became a race to get back to her, a race to the tip of south america.

   We have been charging day and night,  enjoying the ride , but nevertheless ,  charging, Every country has held a new excitement, and Argentina held the greatest for me, because I knew that soon I would see love again. 

 

  Oh my Rie chan, she has grown a lot since I left, made new friends, and her life is exactly where she wants it to be. But I am not in it.  And as she told me all this, My Heart dropped for the thousandth time in this short life of mine. I freaked out, and did as I usually do, try to fight to save whom I love. 

   Zack and I sat down for a business meeting in a little town called sarimeinto, argentina.  Where I ordered a piece of chicken and they brought me a whole chicken, zack ate some lettuce and mashed tators. I spilled my gullet to him as I do to all out there now. My heart was in my pants, and sleeping was non-existent at this point. I just couldn´t stop thinking, and thinking, and thinking.  I felt insane for that week, and with the mopeds breaking down 2 or 3 times a day, that wasn´t helping.

  I was imagining worst case scenarios, and being so far from home that is a easy thing to do.  I just kept thinking I can´t lose her, what if I do, damn this trip, I have to save this, I have too. I had to do what was important for my life, and she was held high over this trip, even though we were so close,  I just couldn´t go anymore, I was weak and the beauty of the land meant nothing anymore.

   Zack , my lil buddy,  respected my decision to go back for her.  We decided though that the legacy must continue , and his dream of a solo moped mission was about to come true, just not on the ultimate touring moped like he imagined. 

  We rode to the next city , Commordoro Rividavia, which was to be our last ride together, a very sad time for me and lil buddy.  WE packed up my bike and my gear, Big man maxi gave his engine to poor man maxi, along with some other goodies and gave our hugs, and off I was, and off zack was , onwards toward Teirra del Fuego.

 

So here I am now , in Buenas Aires,  I fly  home tomorrow, and somewhere just tonight as I found out I would be going home to nothing , I found peace.  I have no home, no money , maybe fewer friends, no girlfriend and a uncompleted mission. But I feel great, Clear and Different somehow.  Life feels good again, and I feel the new chapter of my life is begining.

 

 I know this was way too long and sappy,  but I had to tell you all how crazy and stupid and happy and completely lost I am, and what happens now I don´t know. Lil buddy will make it, and this was the way it had to be, and so now it is his trip, I belong to this blogger no more, I turn it over to you FATBOY.......  

 

thanks , and see you all at moped monday hopefully, where you can beat me and call me names and  watch my magnum fly past you.

 

I love you all..  g (over and out)

 

 

 

 

 

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