Day 15 The Ride Home

I left my motel and 1/2 block later I was in Oregon. The ride home was uneventful but I took that time to reflect on what I had accomplished.
I had set out 15 days earlier to ride across this country to find out what is America. I started with three goals in mind; to visit a friend I had not seen in 42 years, to visit my father's grave in Utah and to reach a geographic destination, all of which I accomplished. All along the way I found nothing but nice, helpful, caring people. The only two times on my entire trip that I witnessed bad behavior were both by foreign tourists verbally abusing people that were trying to serve them.
A few people stand out as having gone above and beyond, like Candee Kitterman the Postmistress in Wall South Dakota who not only shipped my computer and boots home, but carefully wrapped and packaged them for me. Jamie Innes the service manager of Nashua Harley Davidson in Nashua, New Hampshire who made getting my bike serviced and back on the road a priority as well as technician Todd Smith who did the work. And then there are a whole lot of truckers who let me ride in the shade of their trailers while crossing the desert and the plains and provided some relief from the blistering sun.
The most important aspect of my 7408 mile journey across the United States and back was the time I had to recount the first 62 years of my life. I do believe that I relived every significant event that I have ever experienced. After all of the self reflection, evaluation and critique I am OK with where I have been and who I am. Like everyone who has taken risks in their life I am not without regret but I do not have a life of regrets. All and all my life has been like this trip. It was never about getting to New Hampshire, Maine, Utah or back home. It has always been about the ride, and I have had one hell of a ride. Thanks everyone who followed my journey and for being my friends.