My family knows of my vacation woes — a generous vacation package and no travel partner for the next year thanks to Brian’s new job. I’d thought of my mom of course, a few friends I might travel with, and even plan a solo trip. But my dad? Now that’s an interesting idea.
Every fall he goes out West on his Honda Goldwing with one or two or three friends, brothers, cousins or other guys to see my nephew in Colorado. I’ve heard the tales of the back roads adventures (my uncle Keith can be quite the rabble rouser for all that he’s a Baptist preacher!) and seen the pictures for the last six years. Could a *girl* join a rowdy bunch like my dad and his buddies? On his last trip they outran a biker gang — my dad laughs when he says they were clocking in at 125 mph the last time he looked at the odometer.
More specifically could this girl, who prefers the comforts of the Marriott Champs Elysees when in Paris, declines absolutely to eat fast food, and requires three pillows, a fan and utter darkness to sleep, manage a road trip with a bunch of retrosexuals?
I dunno, I think it could be fun! I’ll be talking with you Poppa!