the best is still to come

So yeah, that's a wrap!  It all ended about the same way it began.  The giant, and I mean giant smile that swept over my face and the sounds of elation that made their way from my lungs were present first on those back-roads of Costa Rica and then again on that bridge over the Rio Grande.  It's a very genuine feeling when you're that happy, when your emotional state is best described with a memory.  It excites a being that very well may be inside all of us and so seldom do they appear that even in the moment you don't realize where you are or what your doing, you're just that fucking happy, you just feel that good.  Anyway, the trip has that as its bookends.  I guess in reality it has a botched horseback adventure on one end and a 15 hour drive in a rental car full of gas fumes on the other end but that doesn't sound nearly as romantic.  No, we'll go with the standing up on the motorcycle yelling at the wind whilst inviting any and all insects into your grill and not giving a damn version.  I like that one more.....

All told Galan and I put down about 7500 km's over the course of 7 weeks.  I got to spend more time exploring Central America and the south coast of Mexico than I had the tolerance for with Kombi.  I met all of the people I was supposed to meet, they're amazing and I'll see the right ones again somewhere down the road.  The real lessons learned surely pale in comparison to the lessons to be learned from this trip.  I found all of this, all of this from one Suzuki 125 with a bald rear tire and an oil habit similar to my alcohol habit.  The freedom that Galan's reliability gave me is immeasurable, the knowledge of what is possible strikes the same cord.  I think I ended the Kombi blog with something about sitting down to write a short story or some other in depth BS about it and I guess I'll say the same now but it's probably not true.  

Who knows; I do know I'm glad to be home, I missed my friends and family here in Fort Collins, I missed Road 34 and the new bar and Sushi.  I missed mountain biking, good times, good red wine, and jazz.  I guess it's just different, that's why I love it.  There's something to be said for constantly gaining perspective and always liking what you see.......

-All Love-

#YOOO

It's my fault for not taking the time to keep this deal updated and this trip well documented.   Believe me, I'll wish I had written more somewhere down the road when I go to reminisce late at night with a coupe of bottles of wine and good company.  It can't really be considered a fault when your days are just too full of the good times to take the time to write about it, I guess when it's all said and done that's why I'm not a writer.  I just have to be realistic with my limits and appreciate that while I may not have the capacity to document everything I sure as hell have the drive to create, and occasionally remember.  So yeah, no posts since like Christmas and you can rest assured that way to much shit has happened since then to even begin to write about it.  There's nowhere to start and as of yet there's no ending so why even try.  Quickly though- I found George and Rachel, I found Patzcuaro, I found mountains, Cartels, traffic, Mezcal, tunnels, friends, Guanajuato, beer, and that my piece can almost become an "innie".  It's fucking cold here man.......   Today was 6 hours and 310km over and through the mountains with a temperature range of some 35-50 degrees.  I don't have the gear for this sort of motorcycle "overlanding" so I'm simply piecing together clothes I score along the way and must look like some sort of thrift store riding a Suzuki 125 on the shoulder of the highway.  But alas I'm only a day or two away from the border and as stoked as ever to get back to the good ol US of A.  Again with a stop at the Chicko's, a quick beer with Mex, and I'll be on my way back to Colorado.  See you all soon!!!!

-Mitch Dodson