Ride Report: Parkfield (3/30/2002) Part 1

It's been years since I last had this feeling. It's 6:45am, on a Saturday morning, and I'm both tired, and awake.

The day before, I'd stayed up way too late fussing with photoediting work, and then homework from my day-job. A mere 3 hours of sleep before returning to the office led to another long workday. I got to sleep on time Friday night (before midnight, that is), but that only barely caught me back up. I'm awake, and I'm tired. The good news is that I'm awake because I'm excited; today is going to be a Trip, in both senses of the word.

I don't know what made this particular day-trip any different. Previously by car, and nowadays by motorcycle, I've done this kind of thing many times. I won't go so far as to say it's old hat by now, but I've gotten used to them enough that the feeling of this is going to be exciting! has been long absent. Maybe the secret was the fact I didn't know if I'd be capable of actually completing the trip, thereby lending feelings of challenge and apprehension to it.

( But back to the night before... )