We Wouldn’t Have

If we knew then, what we know now, we would have never gone on this trip. But that would have been a loss too.

If we hadn’t gone on this trip we wouldn’t have hiked up a river through the Narrows in Zion.

We wouldn’t have seen the beauty of Bryce and met three of it’s finest mechanics.

We wouldn’t have smelled fresh mountain meadows and gazed upon glistening red cliffs.

I wouldn’t have seen Diane trucking up I-15 with trailer in tow, managing the road like a vested member of the Teamsters.

We would not have been able to observe those hardy souls navigate their mystical Healeys across the high plains of Wyoming.

We would not have met Ben Moore, who gave us shelter when needed.

We would not have witnessed the kindness and support from this community of driving enthusiasts. These acts of kindness, both big and small, meant a lot to us coming from this group; these, the people who know the Road, with it’s share of obstacles and its wonders as well.

We wouldn’t have met John and Lauren Wallace who first introduced us to the concept of Tim.

We wouldn’t have met Louis’ knucklehead (it’s a type of vintage Harley) friends. Rickie, Rusty, Mike and Ken. Good guys all.

And we would have missed the opportunity to drive through the Black Hills, with all its beauty, in an open roadster, with Bonnie and Louis Fisher as our guides.

Even still, it would have been best to stay home.

Wouldn’t it have been?