I so enjoy your uplifting articles. You manage to share your life experiences with a poignancy that touches mine, and propose challenges that can be attained. Here's to further adventures!
I was riding through the Desert Road once and came up behind a convoy of Army trucks. I had sat behind the last one for a couple of minutes when the canvas at the back rolled up and I was greeted by four soldiers pointing their SLRs at me. Not in my general direction, but directly at me. I near shit myself, but some part of my brain told me they were taking the piss. Another part wondered when my body would be found.
Anyway, down a gear and past the lot of them. Not one of my favourite experiences, but it does give me a story to tell now and then.
I look forward to your next book, David - 'Pivoting for profit and pleasure: adventures on the road less travelled'.
I will always appreciate the limitations imposed by Level 4 Lockdown when my daily walk involved focussing on and photographing a single theme - letterboxes; circles; yellow; reflections; shadows, etc. There is always more to discover in what we might think is boringly familiar.
Well that was a cool article. I've always been one for adventures and have had quite a few tucked into my life and yes many have involved OVERSEAS. And I've been feeling a bit at a loose end because i can't get out of Dodge for now and my motivation is beginning to look like I'm GETTING OLD... I love the story of meeting a random stranger and having a huge impact on them. I've just booked myself on a tramp along the Hollyford in summer. Your article was the horse ride across America to my Alaska.
Absolutely! How many amazing experiences you would have had on that motorbike trip compared to x number of boring and uncomfortable hours in a flying sardine can
Palmerston North in the late 1960s - our elderly neighbour told me this: "I've always wanted to live by the sea but my husband didn't want to." That sad quiet story has stuck in my mind for 50 years.
I'm always up for adventure by finding out what is over that next hill. I love that picture of the intersection at Taihape (by the old Gretna Green where I spent a night with a jazz pianist - but that's another story). I want to one day turn left there and go to Napier that way. But my usual chauffeur is an A to B driver so I may have to find another Thelma for my Louise.
It was Covid that gave me the boot up the arse I needed to resign from a deadbeat organisation, take four months off to recalibrate, and embark on my current adventure, relatively late in the piece. No regerts 😁
Yes! Life appears to present an irregular series of crossroads / forked paths / revolving doors. Sometimes we get to make a choice, sometimes we must make one, and other times we have none and just have to get on with it after karma or chaos pushes. Occasionally I feel a choice, even a compulsory one, does seem to have a temporal or 4D element when a connection is remade to the past and a circle rejoins or closes.
I so enjoy your uplifting articles. You manage to share your life experiences with a poignancy that touches mine, and propose challenges that can be attained. Here's to further adventures!
I was riding through the Desert Road once and came up behind a convoy of Army trucks. I had sat behind the last one for a couple of minutes when the canvas at the back rolled up and I was greeted by four soldiers pointing their SLRs at me. Not in my general direction, but directly at me. I near shit myself, but some part of my brain told me they were taking the piss. Another part wondered when my body would be found.
Anyway, down a gear and past the lot of them. Not one of my favourite experiences, but it does give me a story to tell now and then.
I look forward to your next book, David - 'Pivoting for profit and pleasure: adventures on the road less travelled'.
I will always appreciate the limitations imposed by Level 4 Lockdown when my daily walk involved focussing on and photographing a single theme - letterboxes; circles; yellow; reflections; shadows, etc. There is always more to discover in what we might think is boringly familiar.
Well that was a cool article. I've always been one for adventures and have had quite a few tucked into my life and yes many have involved OVERSEAS. And I've been feeling a bit at a loose end because i can't get out of Dodge for now and my motivation is beginning to look like I'm GETTING OLD... I love the story of meeting a random stranger and having a huge impact on them. I've just booked myself on a tramp along the Hollyford in summer. Your article was the horse ride across America to my Alaska.
An approach to life that works for me too David Really enjoyed. Thankyou
Absolutely! How many amazing experiences you would have had on that motorbike trip compared to x number of boring and uncomfortable hours in a flying sardine can
Palmerston North in the late 1960s - our elderly neighbour told me this: "I've always wanted to live by the sea but my husband didn't want to." That sad quiet story has stuck in my mind for 50 years.
I'm always up for adventure by finding out what is over that next hill. I love that picture of the intersection at Taihape (by the old Gretna Green where I spent a night with a jazz pianist - but that's another story). I want to one day turn left there and go to Napier that way. But my usual chauffeur is an A to B driver so I may have to find another Thelma for my Louise.
It was Covid that gave me the boot up the arse I needed to resign from a deadbeat organisation, take four months off to recalibrate, and embark on my current adventure, relatively late in the piece. No regerts 😁
Yes! Life appears to present an irregular series of crossroads / forked paths / revolving doors. Sometimes we get to make a choice, sometimes we must make one, and other times we have none and just have to get on with it after karma or chaos pushes. Occasionally I feel a choice, even a compulsory one, does seem to have a temporal or 4D element when a connection is remade to the past and a circle rejoins or closes.
Great writing and I enjoyed Maria Mckee's Wheels. Better than Stevie Nix. Her band had a piss poor publicist
Yes!