In 1980 I started pounding away on an Apple with two disk drives. I migrated to the Apple III, and then a Lisa. By then I had become disillusioned with Apple, and switched to a PC. I’ve been using them ever since, from bought to built. I’ve been a programmer; a network administrator; a service tech.
Now, I’m just a plain end-user, and I want things to work “out of the box.” I don’t want to waste time configuring, updating, programming, or doing anything else to get hardware or software to perform. I know, it’s only a dream. But really, after 35 years, isn’t it time that things actually worked?
My gypsy spirit has taken me to some strange places in the world, but now I’m content to limit my adventures to riding a motorcycle and whatever I might encounter when I’m on the road.
For six years I lived in southern California, working at a motorcycle shop, doing odd jobs to pay the bills and have some fun. I rode every day. I planned and put on rides down the Baja. On local rides I ended up riding sweep to keep the RUBs from getting lost. A computer background got me into computer networking and security for the shop. I even built web sites. On the side I picked up and delivered motorcycles in the El Lay basin and Las Vegas, among other things.
Pretty boring stuff, isn’t it?
I’ve ridden over a lot of North America at one time or another from Canada to Mexico, and from Atlantic to Pacific. By far my favorite ride is up and down the length of the Baja Peninsula, where the sun always shines, people are friendly and it’s warm in the winter.
I’ve visited Sturgis countless times, and other, smaller motorcycle rallies, too.
Of everything that I have experienced in my all-too-brief life, Africa is perhaps the greatest enigma: a beautiful continent, rich in people, nature and resources, yet poor in all of those areas too.
And yes, I know. There are some missing years in there. But what the hell, a little mystery is good for the soul, wouldn’t you say?