After a desperate 4 hours’ sleep, Brian and I leapt from our bed as soon as both our phone alarms rang. Mine played Rascal Flatts’ emblematic “Life is a Highway,” more a bike path for us. Only a couple hours later, we inched our way to LAX and the flight we shared with nine of our Pedego pals. Imagine! Eleven of us, all smiling and joking as we boarded our flight to Pittsburgh.
The rest of the 20 riders either flew out of John Wayne or took another LAX flight. Two, we knew, had driven a van and trailer across the USA. Dennis and Stephen, two 70-something men (superheroes, really) hauling all our bikes and gear to meet us there, ready for the ride.
Our grand plan was simple: Land, party, sleep, and then the next morning… hop on our bikes and go! As Robert wrote on Facebook last night to our private group, “We are embarking on the adventure of a lifetime.” Riding the plane that soared us toward our adventure, I couldn’t help but think of the friends and family I’ve known through my life who played it safe and never took to the path on two wheels, preferring instead to sit life out. But life has a way of getting you no matter where you go or what you do. As they say, no one gets out of life alive. So I’m grateful to the Wild POGs for drawing Brian and me out even more than normal. We are enjoying life full throttle. And that’s how it should be.