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[I]’ve been working 6 or 7 days a week for 3 and a half years straight focusing on just building my business.
Once in a while I can get out, do a quick something and get back to work. Usually it’s very short lived and nothing worth writing home about and then right back to work. This trip I went on was worth writing home about so here I am.
I’ve been on many day long ride in and out of the dirt. When I heard of this Sequoia to Yosemite ride, I was determined to go. Luckily there was a seat left and I jumped right in it. Later on that week I found that another seat had opened up and got my brother to join. I never get to spend much time with him anymore because we are both working constantly. Both of us were very excited. There were about 14 of us. Those who didn’t know each other got to chatting on the van for a four hour ride to a little town south of the canyon.
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I knew a few of these cats. Two of them I found out had just got their learners permit and had never been on motorcycles before their permits. I was a little worried about these two but was also ready to help as much as possible.
The ride was pretty amazing. I’d rather not get into the details of the ride to ruin any surprise of anyone reading this that ends up doing this ride in the future. I do want to say how amazing all of the other elements were though. We rode through elements, we camped in the woods, we camped by a river, we helped fix each others bikes, we shared gas, we ate, we drank, we bruised, we gazed at stars, we told stories, we made camp fires, we explored abandoned cabins, we played with a tarantula, we set up each others tents and we broke them down.
The two gents who had just gotten their permits killed it. They roughed it out just as hard as the seasoned guys and made it back without a scratch.
[/col_4] [col_4][M]y brother and I got to spend three days together in one of the most amazing places. I felt like a kid again at camp.
I felt a great camaraderie, help and support from the fellow riders and gave back the same. The end of this trip ended in a surreal movie like setting celebrated by triumph of a long and hard trip.
When you’re out there, away from the madness, in the elements, roughing it up, you really become aware of a lot more. For me the little things definitely become way less important. Waking up feeling beat up and worn out from physical action makes me feel alive. More than all of this, getting back to work with a clear head is the best part.
I can’t wait for more trips like this and other adventures. Maybe with the same dudes, maybe with new friends.
Words by: Jeremy Williams of District Millworks
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