Tour De Oyster

The world is your oyster so they say, and the saying captures the essence of this post and the tale of my friend Linus. My old homie from high school drove his bicycle into Tucson from New Mexico. A three day trip on the road that was prelude to another great journey he was scheming in his head. He had a plan to ride into Mexico and eventually stop somewhere in South America.

He was living out in New Mexico and hadn’t been home on the Rez for awhile. Of course visiting but it was an epic return home when he came into town on his green bike with his belongs all tied down securely to the frame. He was preparing for an epic journey and to some degree we had no clear vision of where he was going when he left home again. I just knew he was going south and that was about it because Linus was still figuring it out. I just saw the determination and knew he was serious about exploring the land on his green cruiser.

Me and Linus back in our high schools years traded tips with the guitar and listened to Metal. Now all old in our late twenties, so much as changed since although things like the guitar and the excitement for life and music still keeps things the same. I don’t know if that makes sense but all this time has passed and everyone grows, the landscape sustain us in a way. I think the desert and the mountains are very much apart of us human beings; appreciating the overall experience of life on the planet is the greatest way to connect and feel truth within. The world can be such a small place if your limiting yourself to small ways of thinking.

I get a message from Linus…

The South America trip has been postponed. There was a brief moment where I wasn’t so sure what was going to happened about this epic bike ride he had been planning for months. We arrive to these moments in life when the road splits and you may need to take a new direction. Linus met a couple of bikers passing through Sells heading to San Diego and Baja. They invited him to join in on the their adventure out west. And then he was off.

To be continued…



Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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