My final ride of this trip was longer than the rest but fairly uneventful. From Wilmington I took I-40 up to I-95 and soon found myself back in The Old Dominion. The weather was cool but sunny and traffic, most of the way, was light. Petersburg, Richmond, Fredericksburg – these familiar cities and their roads welcomed me to the end of my grand motorcycle trip. When I arrived at home, I found my little house intact and my plants in good shape (thank you, Robert) and I look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.
I wasn’t sure when I planned this trip how it would go. I’m a lot older now than I was when I last made such a long ride and wasn’t sure if some unforseen back or knee problem would crop up after two hours on the bike. Luckily, all went well and I’m very happy to have made the trip, not only for the sights and old friends visited but also for the sheer experience of the ride.
A number of you have been very kind in your comments about my travelogue and I thank you for taking the time to join me here. I’m currently shifting gears, doing laundry, and repacking in preparation to leave for Europe in a few days. My travels will take me, for the first time, to Venice, Florence, and Rome and back to old favorites Paris and London. No, no motorcycles will be used in these travels, just planes, trains, and buses. I’ll be creating a separate commentary here for that trip and would be delighted if you want, once again, to travel with me vicariously.
The Occasionally-Examined Life 