A Slice of American
Pie “I think we can do it this year”. I surprise my husband who has been campaigning relentlessly for a few years to cross the States on a motorcycle. One day I realize it can’t wait forever. Even now I class it as a geriatric adventure on days as we crawl/fall off the back of the bike and into a bed. We shipped the bike to Vancouver and the story begins as we set out on a three month adventure with blank pages and open miles ahead of us. Please enjoy these brief glimpses of the time across the States. It is not a travelogue per se. Anyone can look up the Washington Monument on line. Rather, it is a forage into the hearts of the people who took us in and shared their little “slice of American pie” with us. It’s also sprinkled with “nuts and bolts” for those who want the inside facts about the beast and how we survived. Upon planning the adventure, one friend chided: “You know the States. Why not Europe?” No one knows the States. It is far too vast and varied to be contained in any single definition nor will anyone ever see the entire continent. This is a thin “ribbon of highway” that we traveled. Please share your feedback with me (mccormic@xtra.co.nz). Shall I continue onto book length? Check back for future updates. And, who knows, maybe a European adventure another time. Dori McCormick |