"Get Your Kicks, On Route 66"
From an early age, I have had the idea that I would like to drive or ride across America. Films like; Electraglide in Blue, Easy Rider and the documentaries such as about Route 66, the old roads and the new ones, have whetted my appetite.
In my twenties I had a very good job, which I loved, university and a wife (although it turns out she didn't love me) and all the baggage and bonds that make the dream just out of reach, but a lovely fantasy, for when things looked bleak.
In my thirties I had a mortgage, kids, houses to repair, hobbies to do, studying to do, and all the trappings (the second wife a lovely reason not to travel) that again hold you back and keep the idea on a very low flame on a very back burner.
In my forties, I was a widower with two kids, all the world was on my shoulders and the thought frankly never entered my muddled head, nor would have been feasible.
Now that I am in my fifties, my children now grown, mortgage paid off, no strings to hold me down, am semi retired, and have a few pennies in the bank, the thoughts pop up frequently.
Ironically, have been a keen biker and own several cars, a motorhome and a few toys, but am fast approaching the time when I wont want, or be able to spend all day in the saddle or behind the wheel and pitch a tent where I want, along the way.
So had better get a wriggle on, before the bladder, bowels, eyesight, hearing and bones, wont take the nomad way of life, so may have to slum it in 5 star hotels instead! and only travel short distances by daylight.
Will wind up this post, now, before I wind up depressing myself!!!
Bottom line, I still want to go, so its either soon or too late.