Yes, and I have the pictures to prove it.
I had no idea how this day would end. But then I suppose when we
wake, none of us really know what is in store in the next 24 hours,
or even the next 2 minutes.
The day had started out clear and bright and cool, and before it
was over, I had gone through Hell.
But I did come back.
When I walked into the office my assistant looked around the corner
of her desk and asked, I thought you were going to go see
the Smiths today?
I see, and this trip requires a motorcycle right?
Gotta train the clients not to expect anything. They hire
me for what I know, not what I drive. Besides, the day is stellar,
I had to. I was all dressed in suit and tie and walked out of the
house and turned right around and put on jeans and white polo and
grabbed the motorcycle keys.
You see, I live in a state that happens to have clouds lots of
the year. Lots and lots of clouds, we rank only behind Alaska and
the state of Washington in the number of gray days we have. This
day broke cloudless, with temperatures expected to hover in the
mid 80s, which can be a bit warm on a motorcycle, but I figured,
time to ride.
Getting to the meeting was un-eventful and not the best experience,
since I used the interstate to save time. I did feel a bit exposed
blowing by 18-wheelers on my 2 wheeler, but their wind blast can
be hell on a motorcycle, so best to pass and get it over with.
It was the ride on the way back that I really was anticipating.
Rolling Midwestern fields of corn interspersed with great stands
of trees. The sun was at my back and the bike just roared down the
two-lane highway. On the road ahead I watched the shadow of a hawk
as it circled over some critter thrown to the roadside by some kind
of rolling thunder.
About half way into the ride, things began to go to Hell. You would
not have imagined it, for the roads were just perfect for this ride.
Stands of trees on both sides of the road reached out and connected
in long tunnels of green. The road undulated and curved and I was
taking in every moment, it was a truly spectacular ride.
And then Hell.
Right out of the blue, or should I say green. I came around a curve
and I was there. Right in the middle of Hell I tell you.
The sign said so.
In front of the Dam Site Inn were several motorcycles, a couple
of pick-up trucks and a number of non-descript cars. I went inside,
ordered up a beer and burger, and ate my first meal in Hell. Problem
is, they did not take credit cards at the Dam Inn, and I had no
cash with me. I wrote them a check.
Think about it, maybe I should have closed the account.
I went to hell, had a beer and a burger, and paid for it with a
Sounds appropriate to me.
Hell, I had never been to Hell before, and before I left, I shot
a couple of pictures of the bike.
I even included one of the party store, with all its painted flames.
Finally, I swung my right leg over the bike, put on my helmet and
continued my ride.
In my pocket was a flyer I picked up in the bar. It seems that
a local radio station is raising money for cancer research, titling
the ride, To Hell with Leukemia.
If the weather is good that Sunday, I think I will have to go to
Hell and back again.