Motorcycle Across the USA

I made it home! In one piece, more or less. The Impeller didn’t fare as well. Speedometer is blown. Windshield split in half. Turn signal cracked. Brakes are squeaking. Tank paint is peeling. The stator is shot. The battery won’t recharge. My leather jacket is plastered with bug guts. My pants are full of battery acid holes. But I made it! What a ride. This is a big, beautiful country, and I just spent a month floating across it. A dream fulfilled. I could have kept going for a long, long time…

The Entire Trip. Over 5ooo miles, according to Google.

My sister asked me – why would I want to ride a motorcycle around the country? Because it feels like freedom? Yes. Because it feels like freedom. The open road, and speed, and exposure, and wondrous landscapes, and no place I have to be. Exploring. Moving fast. Outside. This is the flavor of freedom. Life on a motorcycle is immediate and vital. Hurling across the countryside, hovering a few feet off the ground… the experience is charged and fully sensual. You are there. Each shift in climate or geography brings a new array of sensations. Colors come alive. The nose is awake, taking in every smell. The subtlest change in temperature registers on the skin- the shadow of a cloud, a drop in altitude, an irrigated field. The wind roars in your ears as it pushes and pulls and slams against you. Gravity connects your body to the machine. Turning is falling. There is no opportunity for abstraction. You are strapped to the moment.  Continue reading

And They’re Off…

A 600 mile test run through the Sawtooth Mountains, along the Salmon River, barren high winds high desert, and across the Craters of the Moon. One of the most beautiful stretches of highway in the USA. The old Silver Wing is purring like a kitten. The long haul begins tomorrow.

This is how it was supposed to happen: Randy finds me a workable motorcycle. I fly into Boise, one way ticket. We spend a couple days tuning up the bikes, then hop in Randy’s Eurovan and head to the mountains for a week of backpacking above the treeline. Return to Boise. Fire up the bikes. Head for the ocean.

This is how it happened: Randy found me a motorcycle. After many days of perusing Craig’s List Boise, and after Rand has gone out to test a few options, we settle on a 1981 Honda GL500 Silver Wing with “no issues”. Listed at $800. Randy talks the guy down to $675. It sounds like it’s just what I need: not pretty, but an affordable reliable mid-weight touring bike that, with a little love and luck, should get me around the Southwest and back to Mpls comfortably.

I wire Randy the money. He overnights the title. I take a Basic Rider Course at Century College, which allows me to get my Minnesota motorcycle license in spite of the state shutdown. Everything is coming together nicely.  Continue reading

Burning Man

burning man 2008 Imagine an empty canvas, white and dusty, that stretches for miles and miles across an arid desert. There is nothing on it – no object, no water, no plant, tree, bush, animal. Nothing. Just a vast expanse. Then imagine tens of thousands of people converging with the intention to turn this canvas into a living work of art. They build a city. They live, love, and laugh together for a week or so. Then they tear the city down and leave. When the last of them has gone, there is nothing left. No trace. Not a scrap. The canvas is swept clean, returned to its natural state, pristine and empty.

Imagine you are one of those people. There are no rules about how you must behave or express yourself. For an entire week, you can be and do whatever you want. There are no rules, but there are ten principles informing the life of the community: Radical Inclusion, Gifting, Decommodification, Radical Self-Reliance, Radical Self-Expression, Communal Effort, Civic Responsibility, Leaving No Trace, Participation, and Immediacy. You are given the freedom to express yourself without hindrance, repression, or fear. From that freedom emerges the brilliant spark of your creative individuality; the greatest contribution you could make to the communal fire.

The city functions as a gift-economy. Nothing is bought or sold (save ice and coffee), nothing bartered. Anything you might need, you bring. It’s the desert. Hot as hell in the day, freezing at night. Massive sandstorms arise without warning. No water. No stores. Just you, your open mind and heart, your furry pants, whatever else you brought, ten principles, and tens of thousands of other people.

A large man, made of wood, presides over the city. On the eve of the final day together, the entire community gathers, and they light the man on fire. There are no rules as to what this means.

What emerges on this tabula rase, in the harsh desert, under these conditions? What strange and wonderful forms, living or otherwise? What kind of art is painted by a community of 48,000 people, each expressing their individuality to the fullest, on this blank desert canvas?

I’m going to find out.

It’s called Burning Man, and it happens every year at the end of August in the Black Rock Desert, 120 miles north of Reno, Nevada. I’m going this year for the first time, with a couple good friends who are seasoned burners. We start skipping down the yellow brick road in a few short days…

Check out the Burning Man website. Look at the videos on YouTube. And stay tuned. I don’t REALLY know what I’m getting myself into, but I think it’s going to be good!

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The Ten Principles of Burning Man

Radical Inclusion
Anyone may be a part of Burning Man. We welcome and respect the stranger. No prerequisites exist for participation in our community.

Gifting
Burning Man is devoted to acts of gift giving. The value of a gift is unconditional. Gifting does not contemplate a return or an exchange for something of equal value.

Decommodification
In order to preserve the spirit of gifting, our community seeks to create social environments that are unmediated by commercial sponsorships, transactions, or advertising. We stand ready to protect our culture from such exploitation. We resist the substitution of consumption for participatory experience.

Radical Self-reliance
Burning Man encourages the individual to discover, exercise and rely on his or her inner resources.

Radical Self-expression
Radical self-expression arises from the unique gifts of the individual. No one other than the individual or a collaborating group can determine its content. It is offered as a gift to others. In this spirit, the giver should respect the rights and liberties of the recipient.

Communal Effort
Our community values creative cooperation and collaboration. We strive to produce, promote and protect social networks, public spaces, works of art, and methods of communication that support such interaction.

Civic Responsibility
We value civil society. Community members who organize events should assume responsibility for public welfare and endeavor to communicate civic responsibilities to participants. They must also assume responsibility for conducting events in accordance with local, state and federal laws.

Leaving No Trace
Our community respects the environment. We are committed to leaving no physical trace of our activities wherever we gather. We clean up after ourselves and endeavor, whenever possible, to leave such places in a better state than when we found them.

Participation
Our community is committed to a radically participatory ethic. We believe that transformative change, whether in the individual or in society, can occur only through the medium of deeply personal participation. We achieve being through doing. Everyone is invited to work. Everyone is invited to play. We make the world real through actions that open the heart.

Immediacy
Immediate experience is, in many ways, the most important touchstone of value in our culture. We seek to overcome barriers that stand between us and a recognition of our inner selves, the reality of those around us, participation in society, and contact with a natural world exceeding human powers. No idea can substitute for this experience

Winter Wonderland

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Ely, Minnesota - I woke up this morning, pried myself out from under a pile of quilts and blankets, looked out the window of my newly adopted home in the frigid Northland … and then started jumping around like a six-year old. SNOW! Four fresh and fluffy inches- sun bouncing across the crystal white carpet. Gorgeous. A cosmic welcome mat. This is a good sign. This will be my home for the next couple of months, as I dig into my books and thoughts and maybe come up with a plan for what’s next. I’ve already started digging. Some of the fruit of this labor will find its way onto these pages over the course of the next weeks (although I don’t have internet at the house).

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This is one of the gifts. This is how it works. I had been feeling the need for a place to get away and concentrate on reading and writing, to process all that I have gathered in my travels and searches, and through this process, hopefully, to conjure up some sense of where my life can best be applied. (See Blessed Unrest) But I was stumped as to where I could do this. I was looking for solitude, for very few distractions. Preferably in or near the woods. I was also hankering for winter, as I haven’t had a decent one in several years. And then, out of the blue, my cousin calls me and asks me if I know anyone who wants watch over his friend’s home in Ely for a few months. Ding!

And now, here I am. “Let it Snow” is playing on the speakers at this very moment as I sit near the fire at the Front Porch coffee shop in Ely. The forecast does indeed call for more snow, possibly six more inches tonight. I just picked up a map of the local ski trails…