The Final Mile
Eric and I had been working 10 to 12-hour days in a relentless stretch of 100 plus degrees for over a week trying to finish building an outfit of wooden horse stables. Probably not the best time of year to undertake such a project in the Mojave Desert but we still thought we were young enough to handle it. We were wrong.
"So we decided to take the weekend off and head up into the altitude to cool down"
At one point I found myself standing at the chop saw looking down at my tape measure unable to find the 70th inch – I actually reasoned with myself that someone might have forgotten to print the 70th inch on this particular tool. I could find 69, and there was 71, but I just couldn’t see 70… Blind spots like this one are common on the brink of heat exhaustion, so we decided to take the weekend off and head up into the altitude to cool down.
"But like any journey on old bikes, it did have its setbacks and in this case, all 499 miles were reasonably smooth"
This was exactly what the doctor ordered. We had a blast to say the least and I would prescribe 500 miles to anyone suffering from such work-related discomforts. But like any journey on old bikes, it did have its setbacks and in this case, all 499 miles were reasonably smooth – but in the final mile, my rain coat (which of course I never even used) tangled its way into my chain and locked up my transmission sending me into a 100 foot skid down the middle of the highway. I kept the bike upright, thank god but, Eric and I had to carry the damn thing off the road because it would take another three and a half hours to get my tires spinning again. It was a particularly irritating waste of time; one, because it was an armature move, and two… because I could practically see my house from where I sat – picking the mutinous jacket from my sprocket. Oh well, we still made it home…
"The last mile that makes or breaks you"
I suppose it doesn’t really matter how far you go, it’s always the last mile that makes or breaks you.
Todd Blubaugh was born and raised in McPherson, Kansas. His earliest interests were in art and motorbikes and since the age of 12, Todd has been pursuing these two passions. He currently works in film, writes, shoots, and pursues collaborations with his roommates at The Chun, a motorcycle warehouse and art space in Los Angeles. The free-spirit artist shares his passion for open roads through aspirational imagery and poetic travel notes that resonate with Serengeti’s DNA.