Next week I'm setting off on a trip to Las Vegas on the bike -- without my partner of 12 years. I'll be going the first leg with some friends, but coming home I'm going solo. I'm not sure where I'll head, or how long I'll take, but it's going to be my time to reflect on things. I'll likely share some of them on here.
"I left home when I was 17...just grew tired of falling down.
I'm sure I was told, the allure of the road would be all I found.
And all the answers that I started with, turned out questions in the end.
As the years roll on by, just like the sky the road never ends.
And the people who love me, they ask..."when are you coming back"
And I answer, "quite frankly, when they stop building roads, and all God needs is gravity to hold me down."