Mexican Flying Beans (Sept 26th, 2009)

After two days on the bike through New Mexico I’ve finally made it to TEXAS. My boy Mo lives here and I haven’t seen him since my freshman year in college. Before arriving in Fort Worth in New Mexico I ran into some cool kids in the Air Force. They were on their way to flight school, because they were in training to be pilots. Insane not only are they getting the freedom to fly they also could possibly be fighting for their country, loved ones, and themselves.

I talked, for about 45 mins, to these guys about my trip and about what they were going through and suddenly falling a few times didn’t seem so epic. Just speaking with them you could tell they enjoyed life through the excitement they had when talking about their “job.” The only other time I had seen someone so elated about their situation was in North Dakota with my buddies also in the Air Force. Maybe there is something to this. I’ve done a little research and with a degree the Air Force has some great opportunities available. Even without one and the right motivation there is so much that you can do. Flying would be cool; it’s one of the items on my bucket list maybe not necessarily through enemy territory like Maverick from Top Gun but to be in the air in control that would be a serious experience.

Over a thousand miles in two days tired me out almost completely. The ride along with the lack of scenery takes it out of guy. I did along the way stop in a school for directions that looked like it could have been ripped straight from High school Musical. I spent most of the day catching up with Mo. He’s had a few changes in his life. He tried the school thing, it wasn’t really his bag and recently he enlisted in the Marines. Guys like Mo and I could use the structure of the armed forces and I know he’ll enjoy it. It’s a month away and he’s excited. I met his cousins BK and Smalls and tomorrow we’ll be going out and partying Dallas style. I hear they get pretty crazy out here so tonight is just mellow Sangria, movies, and some rest See you all tomorrow.

One Mile at a time.