RickkciR

I've been blessed... and... cursed ... with traveling around the world during my lifetime.   Blessed is the simple part.   I've met a LOT of people... Traveling to faraway places as a kid and as an adult, but the 'cursed' is the achilles heel of it all.  Military brats know about this.  My father worked with the NASA program and we lived in California, Guam and Hawaii, before he changed employers and we moved to Minnesota (that will shock your system after several years in Hawaii!). You rarely make close friends in those short years between moves.   You definitely don’t have ‘long’ friendships that many experience.   Those travels and experiences made me whom I am, and prepared me for twenty years of military life, but ... also inhibited what some of us take for granted; long term, lifelong friendships? When I look back over my childhood, I've moved on from those early friendships.   When I look back to my High School years, I have a single friend that I stay in

I’ve been riding for 34 years and have had the opportunity to attend more than my share of Rallies.   My first was back in 86, and hit the mecca; Sturgis.   I rode a lil about 500 miles that day on a 1000cc Kawi, one buddy on a Honda V65 ( 1100cc) and another buddy on a HD, that was about the same size.   We blew up in there in one day, pulling up at night…without a room.   So, being the crazy bastards we were, we rolled into a ravine, pulled out our gear and called it a night.   If we’d really known what we were doing, we’d have broken out the whiskey, but none of us were bright enough to have packed any. Lets just say , it wouldn't go down quite the same way if I had a "do over?!"  Either way, we got some rest and hit the roads of the Black Hills, as soon as the sun was up. We were nutz Several things from the rally stick in my brain.   First, the riding was awesome.   We rode throughout the hills for a few days, stopping anywhere that had cold one