I'm back home. I made back about 3 weeks ago, had other more important issues to take care of (family). The trip was a blast. Had an awesome time. I recommend it to anyone who owns anything on two wheels. Big Bend National Park was one of the best places I have been in a long time. Nice desert roads, with plenty of curves and turns. I got slammed by rain in California and tornados in Arizona. Then my wife calls me and tells me that she was heading down to Ft lauderdale, FL to visit family and if I can meet her there. So I did. That only added about 900 miles to my trip. I bought the bike with 1093 miles on the middle of August this year and now it has 9845 miles. I look foward to my next trip. I think I'll head up north in the summer time and see where I end up. Thank you all who had me in their prayers and maybe we can ride together some day.
On my way back home I was riding alone. I had a lot of time to think. I have a lot of ideas of things I want to do to make the next trip more comfortable and enjoyable. But mostly I had time to think about my friend Tim Byrd.
I met Tim in Frankfurt, Germany in 2005. He was a Vietnam Veteran and a bike rider as far back as he can remember. When I met him he had a 1984 Honda Shadow 750. He bought it new and took it with him everywhere his job sent him (he worked for the U.S. State Department). He told me stories about riding his Shadow in Bohn, Cologne, and Frankfurt. How the guards at the embassy in Tel Aviv use to watch it for him while he was out. Also about riding in the Russian snow while in Moscow. He was a true Biker in every sense of the word. I learned a lot from him. Especially about the true essence of riding. He would always tell me "Pedro, it's never about the destination, it's about the memories you make on the way there".
In July of 2009 my friend Adam and me took a trip to Deal's Gap for a weekend. Tim and my other friends did a cross country trip at the same time. I couldn't make it because I was deploying. When I made it home from my trip, my friend David called me with a very sad phone call. Tim was on his way back home from the trip. He had dropped of his wife at the airport in Tennessee. Woke up early as usual, had his coffee and took off to go home. On the road he had a heart attack and passed away.
It broke my heart, but Dave told me something that brought a smile to my face. "Tim died doing the one thing he loved his whole life, I sure he wanted to go that way".
There were times in my trip that I felt alone. Then there were times that I knew that Tim was riding next to me...Tim I know you are up in Heaven riding some of the best roads. You are missed, but the lessons you taught me will never be forgotten.