So how does one reconcile all the good stuff that they presently have in their lives when there’s so much bad going on in this world of ours? Reading about the recent Russian artillery barrages against the innocent people of Ukraine that want their freedom and to survive the upcoming winter was my wake up news story.
So how do we now reconcile the bad? Well for one, we don’t yet know the end of the story. We don’t know the twists and turns that war takes. Why sure it would be easier writing this story without one pesky mosquitoe nipping at my arms but, I’m now retired, haven’t lost a home and my health is very good.
You’ve got to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you’ve got, and remember what you had. Always forgive but never forget. Learn from mistakes but never regret. – Unknown
The tale of a farmer: A Chinese farmer gets a horse, which soon runs away. A neighbor says, “That’s bad news.” The farmer replies, “Good news, bad news, who can say?”
“So sorry for your bad news,” says the concerned neighbor. “Good news, bad news, who can say?” the farmer replies.
The farmer gives the second horse to his son, who rides it, then is thrown and badly breaks his leg.
In a week or so, the emperor’s men come and take every able-bodied young man to fight in the war. The farmer’s son is spared.
Good news, you might say.
We never truly know what gifts will follow “bad news,” that encourages us to take both the good and the bad as simply shit happens in life. Man, you just ran through a big pile of dog shit!” The man says.
“Shit happens,” Forrest replies.
Note to self: Must try Arrachera beef while in on this ride in Mexico.
The Rumarosa in Spanish is known as the highway of death. This would be a great place to weed out inexperienced riders and drivers, I now say to myself.
The Rumarosa in Spanish is known as the highway of death; it’s also called Federal Highway 2D; it’s asphalted and there are only two-lane roads with sheer cliff drop offs along the entire route; and just enough hairpin turns to make one dizzy if you dare look out over the desert scenery with its larger than building boulder fields.
The road links Tecate and Mexicali, running parallel to Interstate 8 at Mountain Springs, in California, USA. It’s also even more dangerous when the winds start blowing. This road shouldn’t be attempted by many Americans, yet Mexicans drive it, even in old Hondas and Toyotas.
What creatures live out there in that expansive desert without water?
Again, I ask the question? So why come all this way to ride? What type of energy do we get from this experience that makes it all worth it and energizes our daily lives for years to come?
The farthest parts of Mexico are still totally unknown to me. I am now beginning to pay closer attention to life itself.
“We miss you Joey “
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