I just figured out how to make little movies! Kind of. Below is sort of a test run, it’s really just a short audio clip of me talking to my dad about his motorcycle. Fascinating!
Bob Dylan rode a Triumph in the 60s too, he even wore his t-shirt on the cover of Highway 61 Revisited. So much cooler than a Honda.
In case all this talk of Dylan and motorcycles has you thinking that maybe a grey budget compact car (ahem) isn’t rock and roll, I present to you James Taylor and Dennis Wilson:
Badass.
Categories: *Trips
Tagged: car, family
Whether or not you think it’s a good idea to switch coasts on a whim, you have to admit that it’s a rare opportunity. This thought has comforted me in moments of anxiety, and I have to extend sincere thanks to my own laziness and ignorance of self for affording me a window that could potentially never open again. Last year when I realized I didn’t really know where I wanted to live or what I wanted to do, my options basically came down to the following:
a) Stay in New York at my job (at least make some money?)
b) Stay in New York but look for a new job (what would I do?)
c) Leave New York and get a PR job somewhere else (where would I go?)
d) Leave New York, don’t get a new job
So I mean… option D right? Obviously. This indecision-decision coincided with the end of my apartment’s lease and came at a time when I have savings I haven’t had a reason to use yet, friends and family scattered across the country and an unlimited supply of poorly articulated questions about different places and activities (Ranching - what’s involved in that? West Virginia - what’s going on over there?).
In addition, I do kind of think I’ve got some “Well… I guess I could do that?” in my blood. One set of great great grandparents hopped in a covered wagon with a glib “Ummm… how about California?” A couple sets of grandparents wandered onto some boats in Europe mumbling “That’s what I’m thinking. People are saying it’s super nice in America, I’m not worried at all.” Along with the genetics, I’ve also been submitted to decades of influence from this man:
Some background: In 1968, my dad decided to buy a blue Dodge Dart with a 383 cubic inch V8 engine. From what I hear, that was pretty sweet at the time.
Not bad right?
(Photo courtesy of www.musclecarclub.com)
But then almost immediately, he sold this beauty of a muscle car so that he could buy a brand new Triumph Tiger motorcycle. Check it out!
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