I always enjoy getting out on my scooter wandering and wondering. Something about being completely exposed to the elements and all that is around is somewhat freeing. There is no hiding from the people either. However, that exposure brings me solace. A sort of being hid in plain sight type of thing.
Most of the roads I took I had been on many times. I was deciding my route as I went. I normally have a general idea of where I’m going. I just don’t know exactly how I’ll get there. One stop on this journey involved delivering a cast iron skillet. Don’t ask! Long story. I’ve been toting that damn skillet around for months. But I gave my word that I would hand deliver it and that’s exactly what I did.
Once I made the delivery I just rode. I didn’t really think about where I was headed. I had just gassed up and knew I was good for a good 250 miles or more. All at once it just hit me. I didn’t want to be going the way I was headed. I don’t know why. I just had to take another route. I started taking roads. I wound through a neighborhood. Suddenly I popped out and was stopped dead in my tracks. Places like this are why I love riding the backroads of our wonderful land. Here it was. A weathered old silo. An old store. The railroad that helped send goods to and fro across this land. The flags of our beloved America. Flags representing a state. Flags representing communities. Flags honoring those gone before. This old grain elevator has undoubtedly seen it’s share of rail cars. I wonder how many generations of men have worked there. I wonder how many thousands or cars have been loaded there. It’s important that we see glimpses of our past so that we can have a guide for our future.
I left this place a ball of emotions. I was happy to have found it. I was sad for the sacrifices of the people the town memorialized. I was hot from the sun’s heat bearing down on me. I took a couple sips from the water bottle full of hot liquid to keep me hydrated. Off I rode down some unknown trail.
Somewhere riding among those corn fields and old barns I noticed something on my face. It took me a minute to figure out that I had tears rolling down my cheeks. But why? Then it became clear as to why. I was happy. I was free. I was completely lost somewhere in the middle of no place special. Nobody knew where I was. Not even me. My soul was drinking in the fuel that is my very existence.
Along the way I had found my happiness.