Sport Touring : Sport Touring: A Fly-and-Ride exercise in precise execution

There are times when pondering only hinders progress. I pondered an idea for 17 months and it hindered my progress. Until on November 18, 2018 at 0845 I finally executed my idea to ship Ibex to California. I have always romanticized this idea that I would ride all the way to CA, it has yet to materialize and time is passing me by. I also had dreamed of riding my Moto in my hometown, and so this past December that is exactly what I did. All it took were a few phone calls, a few swipes of a credit card and hitching a ride from my Delta Air associates. Done. And so on a sunny December Wednesday morning, with a cool 65F registering on the thermometer I rode out to the Pacific Ocean Coastline to indulge in the mystifying sights and smells. The feeling of being home enhances the brain's circuitry and chemistry, indeed a much needed relief. There is an old adage that suggests that if in life one gets lemons, one should make lemonade, I fully disagree, instead I suggest ride your Moto until your instinct tells you to stop.

A new year has arrived and with it also significant uncertainty and challenges, I can only ascertain that touring should continue to be part of my existence. And just like when I toured in the past a storm seems to be brewing, and it will require the same exact level of precision as touring to navigate. I am currently Moto less per say (in Ohio) and that is something that will be sorted soon in the spring, but I am full of joy and satisfaction by having completed a simple wish irrelevant of cost. I am fully cognizant that time as we know it is infinite, yet the lifecycle of a human as we know it is finite. I am happy to say that in spite of this knowledge I will gladly double down on my existence for one more Ride. My name is Fredo I am a Tarmacsurfer, and this is my reality, exponentially beautiful reality.