Had I arrived in Sturgis ten minutes earlier in August of last year we would have shook hands, honored one another, and maybe had a beer or two. We might have ridden together for a while; we might have come up with a solution for world peace, or more realistically, mapped a route to ride together in the future. I don’t know. He was on the ride of his dream, laying down rubber all the way from Florida. He left me a note, apologising that we missed one another.
I could have met a brother from another mother, the proprietor of Mickey’s Bar in South Florida, the father of two children, a husband, and the brother to my best friend, Ann, had I just arrived 10 minutes earlier. As it is, I will be meeting him for the first time in a hospital room almost one year later. Dave fell off his horse in January of this year and has yet to wake up.
Ten minutes can change a life.
[...] John is a super cool cat with a great philosophy that has ridden all the way to the southern tip of south America. Check out his blog at http://nakedrider.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/motocyclo-holism/. [...]
As I read your post, it brought me to tears. Yes, I realize more now than ever how a minute can change your life. I hope you get your book written and I hope that we get to see you soon. Although it seems like forever since I last saw you, you are constantly on my mind and in my heart. Be safe on this next part of your journey and we hope to hear from you soon.
Thanks Kool-Kat. Hope allis well and am gonna get up that way soon.