On Wednesday, as part of the research I was doing with the Diases, 4 of us took a major road trip. We were gone for 13 ½ hours, of which I was on the back of a moto for at least 6. I don’t understand those people who do cross-country motorcycle trips – by the end of the day I was exhausted and filthy (see the “Spray-On Tan?” post) and sore. Over every bump that we took a little too fast, just trying to get home, my slightly-too-big helmet would crash against my head, giving me a headache. My stomach was queasy from driving on crazy roads. My muscles were sore from sitting on a motorcycle.
But then a great thing happened – we reached the first paved roads we had seen that day about 20 minutes before making it home. Paved roads aren’t always very nice here, but this one felt great – no crazy bumps and potholes, there were even street lights, and I knew that I would be home soon. Pavement – an invention I’m not sure that I’ve ever appreciated as much as I did on Wednesday.
(By the way, the road in this picture was nice compared to a lot of what we drove on.)