I’ve looked the reaper in the face more times than anyone would ever want to. Too many risks perhaps, especially upon a bullet bike. Saw him again three weeks ago when my companion and I were returning from camping, riding our Valkyrie Interstate on Utah’s Highway 12. Just south of Escalante the rear tire was punctured while we cruised at sixty miles per hour.
There’s a method involved in saving your life in such a precarious situation; stay off the brakes, pull the power off the back wheel with the clutch and coast her to a stop. The tire lost its bead and twisted on the rim before I could bring our loaded mount to halt, bucking us to a shoulder that didn’t exist, giving way instead to a drop of hundreds of feet into a steep canyon. We came to a stop inches short of killing ourselves.
And that was enough. I just bought the Valkyrie, a bike I’ve always wanted, looking forward to thousands of miles two-up with Mindy, something I’ve always wanted to do. But these desires were trumped that afternoon on Highway 12 at Powell Point overlook. A week later after careful and lamenting thought, we sold the Valkyrie along with Mindy’s Sportster and turned our attention back to water instead of asphalt.
We love the water and have wanted to explore Lake Powell more than our initial kayaking venture a few summers ago or a more recent shallow trip.
So this blog, Navigating Consciousness, will chronicle our adventures above Glen Canyon in our narrow yellow boats and our newly acquired mothership.
I’ve kept my Blackbird and will continue to update Cornering Consciousness.