Jo Ackroyd’s Big Biking Adventure

I sent of for the Russian Visa today. I can’t help but feel there is more to this and I’ve missed a huge bit.
I must get Iran sorted; I just shouldn’t wait any longer. Now there is a job for tomorrow.
The bike is going together slowly so I’m becoming more cheerful, I only wish I knew more about mechanics. My Dad is a mechanic but I know little about his trade.

I’m thinking that every step forward helps though and when you rebuild a bit of the engine, a tiny bit, it may be small and very easy to some, it’s important to me to understand it and the part it plays in the whole engine. As such I think Im begining to learn two things. Patience, coming back the next day to start afresh smile and make it work and engines and how ‘feeling’ a bolt is just as important and tactile a trade as holding a pencil and designing a solution.
There is no compensation for understanding and since I have half an understanding of both, perhaps I’m best placed to bring the two together. I do have faith, faith in true tradesmen, those people that ‘feel’ their trade.

On another note. I’ve realised my age. I’ve realised Im no longer young but don’t want to realise just how much I’ve missed. I think often about fate, karma and being reincarnated with a knowledge from a past. I do wish I had someone with wise advice, but I don’t and to be fair, neither do you.

I have what I have as life experience, its been placed as my line by a fate I had no control of until sensibility struck. Some have it strike early, others late. Now my choices are my own and I have no one to blame but myself. Ironically I also realise that this has been the case for many years but only now has the clarity made me think, see and feel.

That’s why some the of the day has past. It’s a quarter to twelve and the choice of midday dinner is upon me.
I’m dissappointed by my conquests and as a man perhaps I’m less than others. My friend said something lovely tonight though.

She measures relationships in quality and content and not by quantity. How unusual to measure by depth and not by count.

If this is the measure of a man and in my case, what a beautiful analogy, then I agree.

I have the most incredible, fantastic, lucky and foolishly, happy, smiling, giggling history to pull upon. In which case my few conquests, I am very,very happy with. I love their face as they smile, their teeth as they grin and their giggle within their giggle. I’ll remember these as my last kiss rather than those days we left each other.

These are some of the things I will remember as I travel and be thankful for.

xxx

I’m alone and feel alone, but I have a faith that this is a short stop in my life. Pass encouragement to those that need it.

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