Leaving Lincoln, Nebraska

On the Road about 550 California time in the morning and I am just sitting at this street light in Lincoln Nebraska Nebraska Parkway South 14th St. after having a good night sleep in a hotel. Morning came way too soon. I couldn’t believe it when I saw the light coming through the window since I didn’t arrive until 2 AM. The little glitch with the starting or lack of starting in St. Louis sent me back a bit on the pace that I was trying to keep to save my plans with an old friends from the early years of life all the way through college.

So I’m getting out of town just in time because it’s 60° and will be getting up into the 80s. Everyone seems really nice out here in the Midwest that I’ve run into even at the gas stations or in the hotel lobby. It’s kind of refreshing it reminds me a little bit of where I grew up in Texas. There was a similar Hospitality in the air, just being friendly and kind in general.

looks like a pretty open highway out here and not a lot of traffic. It’s kinda nice when you get to these lower density areas and I understand why people choose these as the fellow I just met at the gas station said there’s less BS to deal with out here and not a lot going on. They just like the simpler life.

Well, the car is sitting along as smooth as can be like butter. There’s something about that sound of that Horizontally opposed Flat six also known as a boxer engine.

I noticed in the evenings, especially in the earlier morning hours there’s not many people on the road and it’s kind of nice to travel all by yourself. You don’t have to deal with rocks flying up or debris in the road and it’s more peaceful. Just have some good music playing in the windows down and seeing the lights and sites and sounds you travel through time and space to your next destination.

Most of my travels in the United States have been by VW Bus or my 2002 sprinter van that I still have. Traveled in vintage VW‘s as well in the 60s with the split window from Houston to San Diego to Cabo to San Francisco to Telluride and then back down to Houston in 1994 and a 1964 EW bus and had such a wonderful time on that trip. I was 22 years old. It was my friend Marcie and I and we’re about a little hippie and we just wanted to get out and see the world on our summer break from college at UT Austin.

So I took about five years off from writing in this blog. And anybody reading I’m sorry about all the typos. The car is loud, especially a highway speed and I’ll have to go back and edit all of these.

I switched over to Instagram for a while, but I found this channel of communication that’s chaotic with no ads no interactions and more of just a space to reflect and record the adventures since episodes of life.

since it’s been a while, I decided to look back in a few of the blog posts and really enjoy just seeing some of the past experiences that were recorded here. I’m going to share an image of one of my favorite past time restorations of a 1966 912 Porsche and I restore over a few years and painted on my 40th birthday in my front yard. I need that car happy since it always looked like it was smiling if you looked at it from the front end, and it was such a joy to restore phone and drive, even if my amount of driving was limited to less than probably 1000 miles after restoration and then I sold it after my divorce. I needed money and I was starting a new life back in California after returning from Australia. I got used to that turnover aspect from restoring cars and doing it for profit even if I was probably making less than minimum wage. There were a few that were goodbyes ultra rare that brought in some decent money, but that was few and far between. That same concepts of detachment or as the Westwood emptiness was evident in my glass art experience over 10 years as well, since you always thought you had the big fish on the end of the line and then it will go crashing down into a gazillion pieces and you start again.

well, it’s really nice to have the car running so good and I’m excited to get to Salt Lake City tonight and see my buddy Robbie. I look forward to getting to the Oregon coast as well. This road trip has shown me how much I enjoy travel even if it is a trip that’s being expedited for personal logistical reasons. I definitely would like to have things a little more in place and settled in on Auto pilots with the fruit trees and be able to take some more travels in Casper my sprinter van. I think I had the most fun in my life traveling in Casper. For some reason, an unencumbered life leads to more creative outlets, more time with friends, more time exploring, and it’s just a more meditative lifestyle due to the lack of purpose, driven, and task, oriented lifestyles based around getting and seeking things that will require more of your time when you acquire them. And I say that with a grain of salt, I just bought one of a few other already owns rear sports cars. Some people will think oh my gosh what a burden to have to have all of those and I don’t think I have to have them, but the difference for me is There is a curiosity and a sense of completion, progress and improvements when cured for and done with these two hands. So I guess I chose things that were mechanical as my personality aptitude relates easier than having pets or children, even though that was always an option but has Relatively gone by the wayside at this point.

One day I know that I won’t have that same, not processed and I won’t want anything to do with much of anything at all. So I still feel like now is the time to soak up a full-fledged appreciation of life and grab the ball by both horns and just go for it! It will provide memories that I can live vicariously through for the rest of my life looking back on this blog and the memories that are created to form this blog. So, I would say the lesson of 2025 end prior and beyond is to follow your own calling. We’re also difference and nobody’s logic or roadmap of the life. They want to create as someone would say they’re painting of the journey they choose will be much more appreciated by the author as well as the honors if it is done in the most reflective, personal way possible that only the one who steps outside the norm doesn’t fit the mold, decides to venture off into uncharted territory and use that stimuli as fuel for what is next to come.