I overheard a rider talking on the phone to loved ones back home. He mentioned that it's actually kind of lonely as he rides. I've been thinking about that, and he's right. There's a lot of time to crawl up inside yourself as you navigate the quiet back roads of this beautiful country of ours. Especially when you're doing it at 40-50 miles an hour.
Most of us don't take the time in our busy lives to spend time with ourselves. To make peace, to reflect, to come to terms and amend, so often we discover that we don't know how to be in our own company comfortably and we feel lonely. For the Cannonball, this time spent alone with our thoughts seems to bring us closer to ourselves and, in the process, to others. Strangers reach out to help, to learn, to embrace the opportunity to experience a bit of history and look into a simpler time when the earth seemed to turn slower. People visited each other. They talked and laughed. They interacted. And that is what riders do every time they stop at a little country store to take a break. People stand on the side of the road to watch riders go by and to wish them well. They want to hear about the journey and come out to meet riders and touch the machines. It's a very magic thing, this Motorcycle Cannonball.