I’ve often said that I need to record events in my life so that I won’t forget. This years vacation is not the case. It was the definitive “unforgettable” trip. A trip of a lifetime.
This year we packed up and headed west. (That was pretty much the sum total of our planning. West. How could we fail with a rock-solid plan like that?) Weather and finances be damned, we boarded the dog, tucked the children away with other people, and proceed to pack up the Harley with what we hoped were enough clothes for roughly ten days.
From our neck of the woods, heading due west will take you straight to the St. Louis area. And while it’s a lovely area, we had been there within the last year so we made no effort passing through to stop. Except we had to stop. Under an overpass.
A torrential summer rain had me wetter than Shelley Winters during the filming of the Poseidon Adventures.
Yep, that’s just what I looked like by the time we found a place to get out of traffic and pull over. You can just bet that I was stunning. But the rain didn’t last and we journeyed on.
Further we drove into Missouri and Kansas loomed in our future. I sat on the back of the bike searching my brain for whatever knowledge I could dredge up about the Missouri/Kansas area. My educated mind came up with the following items: a large river, Sunflowers, Leavenworth Penitentiary, barbeque, and something about Mark Twain. Ya’ll, it’s a wonder Mensa isn’t beating my door down wanting to vote me their next president. Don’t you just know that somewhere there is a history teacher knocking back tequila shots and looking up hand baskets on eBay for all his former students to ride to hell? I apologize, Mr. Sixth Grade teacher. It’s not just you, I can’t remember geometry either. And the only way for me to remember anything about government is to sing that Schoolhouse Rock song from Saturday morning cartoons. Maybe you should get a song?
( I don’t remember Bill saying this!)
As we ventured into Kansas, I suddenly remembered something about Kansas. Something wonderful about Kansas. A Kansas Superstar!!! The lovely Sherri Bailey lives in Kansas! Ans suddenly I knew what had to happen. I had to see Sher LIVE AND IN PERSON! (For those of you not in the know, I met Sher online and instantly wanted to be her best-friend/side-kick. She’s smart and funny and one of the nicest people you would ever want to meet. Sher and I had joked for a couple of years that we needed to meet up and spend some quality time together creating a ruckus. So I pulled out my phone, jumped on the internet, and sent a virtual shout-out to Sher. While travelling 75 mph down the interstate. Ain’t technology wonderful?
Long story, whatever….The Man and I made it to Sher’s house and she even greeted us just like we were regular people. Now knowing that I just landed on her doorstep out of the clear blue and looking like something that washed up during low tide, I should have been shy and embarrassed. But folks, I ain’t never been shy, and if you had put your own swollen-from-the-wind-and-rain eyes on the sight of Sherri squealing and dancing on tiptoes in her driveway as YOU pulled up, you wouldn’t have cared either. The good Lord above has to love a woman who shouts ” If I had known you were coming, I would’ve built a cake!” the first time she lays eyes on you.
We were fed some delicious Kansas City bbq (which is the best bbq, in my opinion) and got to spend about an hour or so chit chatting about this and that. So the next time you read about some cool person on-line and think to yourself, “boy would I like to meet that person”, just know that it can be done. Or better yet, go to http://sherbailey.com/ and see for your own self what I mean.
Back to the trip, after leaving Sher’s house, owe spent the night about an hour away. Not a bad day’s ride all in all. Three and a half states away, a new/old friend, good eats and a comfy bed to lay in and reflect on the day. Vacation is good.
(Shout out to JD for going to get the food. I do love me some tall guys with bbq.)
Tomorrow: Headed north.