If nothing else is accomplished this long weekend, at least I can
sit back, smile, and know what it could have been like.
If it works, the house is picked, the price and terms are negotiated,
and the owner is waiting for is a phone call.
If it doesn't work, at lest I know that we met a great couple and
had a ew wonderful moments on their patio next to the pool. I rode
my rent-a-Harley out there on Sunday afternoon, and was greeted
with a big smile. Leaving my boots outside, I immediately walked
through the house onto the patio and gaped again at the wonder of
it all. I took a few pictures and then we sat down and talked. I
know what they saw in my eyes, and I am sure that anyone who had
to sell their "dream house" would want to have someone
appreciate it as much as they do.
I
do.
It took all of 2 minutes to work out the deal, complicated as it
was. He smiled, I smiled, and I took his hand, "deal,"
I said.
His wife said, I wish we were not moving, I like the way you do
business.
He knows, and I know, that it can still sell right out from under
me.... and if so... well, then I guess it was just not meant to
happen. The realtor doesn't know we have worked out a deal. I probably
was "supposed" to negotiate with paper and offers and
counter offers.
It was so much easier to work it out at the patio.
But if the job does not work out, at least I have the afternoon
ride to remember, a treck east and up into the mountains to a little
town called Julian. Winding roads, s curves and then double s curves,
hairpin turns and rolling terrain. If there was ever a road made
for a motorcycle, I found it on Sunday.
I had always imagined what it would be like to ride in the Rockies,
and with the exception of having to wear a helmet, I think I now
know.
I think that everyone that owned a motorcycle in this state was
on that road as well and I now I
understand why.
After driving out to Julian, I headed south through one of California's
state parks, more stellar motorcycle roads and finally hit the freeway
about 35 miles east of San Diego. Personally, I don't really riding
through 5 lanes of heavy traffic, but I suppose it goes with the
territory.
Today I only had a lunch meeting at the firm I am interviewing
with. Since I was prepared for my "big" meeting tomorrow
morning, I decided to wash my mind with more of the road, and quickly
drove back to the rental place and got a "Road King" for
this afternoon's ride.
This time the ride took me not through lush pines, but through
barren and desolate mountains, down route 94 to a small town in
Mexico called Tecate.
What a ride.
There was not a cloud in the sky, the temperature was about 78
degrees, the sun was on my back and the curves in my face and the
asphalt was new and smooth. At times when the road would straighten
out I rolled that throttle open, felt the roar of the bike, 60,
70, 80, 90....
I wanted to stand up and ride and yell and throw my arms out into
the air.. "I AM ALIVE"
But hey.. I didn't...
I smiled a lot
And as I write, I am still smiling.
So tomorrow is it... the big one.
Come what may, I am alive... and I will smile in the morning, remembering
a long tear down a ribbon of highway that cut through the desert.
I love the desert.