[As I mentioned in an earlier post, the camera died a terrible death during the first day of this three day journey - heat stroke, I'm guessing - and therefore there are no photos to share.]
The second day of our trip would take us through Huntington, West Virginia, and into Ashland, Lexington and finally Carollton, Kentucky. The day was hot for late April; forecast for 87º F and windy.
Traffic was light as we travelled I-64 westbound and moving at a speed I seldom see back in Ohio. A few miles west of Ashland a yellow BMW decked out with hard cases and something wrapped in an oil skin tied across the rear seat zipped by us.
He wore a full face helmet riding jacket, pants and boots. I could tell the jacket and pants had armor and my first impression was that this was a serious long distance rider. Something I think I'd like to try someday but not of this bike.
Twenty minutes down the interstate we found a rest area and pull in. The BMW rider was there getting ready to continue his journey. I parked beside him and struck up a conversation.
His name was Carl and judging from his graying beard and snow white hair a few years older than me. He mentioned that this was his first bike, purchased 4 years ago. He said he decided that if he was ever going to learn to ride, he better do it while he still could.
So at the age of 68 (15 years my senior!) he learned how to ride. He said, with a little bit of pride, "I'm seventy-two now and I've ridden 55,000 miles in 31 states and 2 Canadian provinces. My longest ride was from Indianapolis to the arctic circle."
Wow. Not just a long distance rider; he's an adventure rider. The arctic circle is +1200 miles north of the 49th parallel, the US/Canadian border along Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho and Washington. To travel that distance from Indianapolis, I'm guessing he travelled +2600 miles one way.
Carl said he had left Virginia Beach that morning and was headed for home in Indianapolis, another 3 hours or so away. With a look of admiration and maybe just a little envy, I wished him a safe journey and he took off.
I rejoined Teresa under a shade tree sipping some water and wondered if that was something I had the grit to do.