The drifter’s life is little more than a kaleidoscope of visits into other people’s realities; for he is often moving from one place to another then spending time with the people of that particular world. I would like to offer a little piece of the world I am visiting at the moment, for it […]
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The mid winter air was pleasingly warm. I wore only jeans and T-shirt as the old Electra Glide beat its familiar rhythm against the broken pavement of this little third-world highway. Beyond the roadside, lush foliage rolled easily across the land and brought almost impossibly green hues to the eyes as strange trees and tropical
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The bedroom was plush, and the luxury it offered undeniable. I sat alone at my desk poking at computer keys in an effort to produce something worthy of print. The servants would be knocking soon. By now they knew how I took coffee and eggs and no longer had call to inquire before delivery. Dressed
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Things were cooling in the north as crisp fall air slowly spread its icy fingers across the country. For those who live from the back of a motorcycle and spend most of their nights in camp the northern states were no longer hospitable. And so the southward migration had begun. From the pilots seat of
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Michelle’s shapely body held a playful spirit that loved life’s freedoms, simple adventure, and thought nothing of trading excess luxury for the gain of such things. She was an unusual chick, and her motorcycle, the old Shadow, held all of Michelle’s worldly possessions strapped to its rack and saddlebags. This was the real world of
The Myrtle Beach rally was over now and it was time to continue the northward journey. For the few days since rally’s end I’d been relaxing into this touresty beach town. Before leaving, however, it seemed a good idea to address the problem of my failing cell phone. I walked into the Verizon place. A
Throughout these gypsy years I’ve been asked many questions. The most common of these is undeniably: “How do you get money and take care of your breakdowns and other mechanical problems?” To these questions I can offer only one answer: There’s an old saying that states:‘Do what you love to do, because you truly love
