Motorcycle Trek Continued

Dear Anthony,

I am currently in the town of McAllen, Texas which is situated along the border of Mexico.

I have been delayed for almost three days now...

Faith may move mountains son, but what it doesn't do is budge the border guards from their position that I need the proper documentation to bring my motorcycle into Mexico.

I breezed through the border only to be stopped sixteen miles in-country and turned around. I do fall back on my belief that things happen for a reason. I am using this delay as a time of rest and further preparation.

I am guided by my spirit of adventure, curiosity and my love of the Latin cultures. My desire for life's passions and a romantic life sometimes gets the best of me... and my imperial nature, which I neither excuse or defend, has taken me along this road less traveled.

I don't think it would be fair if I did not honestly and openly tell you that this road has been physically and mentally straining. I do not claim to live a carefree life. I embark on this trip with all the voices of reason and the fear of regret - unable to drive fast enough to escape them - echoing in my mind. This is part of the life that I live. The other part, is the still small, but growing voice within myself that encourages me forward. Urging me to follow my heart. And the negotiation begins.

We are all on the same journey in life, even if our paths look somewhat different. We are all in the pursuit of happiness in whatever form it may come. I will, however, unveil my pride, my fears and my silent prayers and tell you that I hope this trip, though spontaneous, produces something that we can both benefit from...

Warmth and good vibes,

Dad