![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Who's come to slay the dragon
May. 1st, 2007 09:51 pmIt's full of curves, switchbacks and blind corners. Elevations changes. Walls of solid rock and precipitous, unguarded dropoffs. 318 turns in eleven and a half miles. Exhilirating, fun, scenic and very dangerous.
It's that time again. Time to slay the Dragon. Tomorrow morning I once again join a growing contingent of Mini Cooper owners for a long weekend of fun, eating, driving and all things MINI. Over 800 people and over 500 cars will be in attendance. This event has gotten HUGE. I hope to get some good driving time in, be able to catch up with good friends and hopefully have a great time.
How ironic, however, that this event, this road, has come to symbolize my life in the past three years. My first trip in '04 took place at the time between Mom's cancer treatments and the surgery that would happen the day after my return. This was also during the time I was out of work on disability. Much uncertainty clouded my time there, but with encouragement from Mom, the welcoming of new friends and my first time in many months being able to unwind a bit. It was therapy for me. Mom felt better for it too, as she was able to see me be 'myself' once again. The following year was a turnaround, as Mom insisted on accompanying me. We both had a great time, and things were looking up so much for the both of us. Then last year, with renewed uncertainty of Mom's health rearing it's ugly head during my trip, it was that weekend while I was away that she received the bad news from her doctors.
Of course, she assured me that everything was okay, so as to not spoil my time. The day after returning home was when she broke the news to me. We had less than two months together after that.
Is it this road that holds such uncertainty behind every blind curve? Or is it my life? It's both, really. And I intend to take them both at full throttle as much as possible. If something unspeakable should happen, at least I was having fun when it happens.
What awaits beyond the curve...
It's that time again. Time to slay the Dragon. Tomorrow morning I once again join a growing contingent of Mini Cooper owners for a long weekend of fun, eating, driving and all things MINI. Over 800 people and over 500 cars will be in attendance. This event has gotten HUGE. I hope to get some good driving time in, be able to catch up with good friends and hopefully have a great time.
How ironic, however, that this event, this road, has come to symbolize my life in the past three years. My first trip in '04 took place at the time between Mom's cancer treatments and the surgery that would happen the day after my return. This was also during the time I was out of work on disability. Much uncertainty clouded my time there, but with encouragement from Mom, the welcoming of new friends and my first time in many months being able to unwind a bit. It was therapy for me. Mom felt better for it too, as she was able to see me be 'myself' once again. The following year was a turnaround, as Mom insisted on accompanying me. We both had a great time, and things were looking up so much for the both of us. Then last year, with renewed uncertainty of Mom's health rearing it's ugly head during my trip, it was that weekend while I was away that she received the bad news from her doctors.
Of course, she assured me that everything was okay, so as to not spoil my time. The day after returning home was when she broke the news to me. We had less than two months together after that.
Is it this road that holds such uncertainty behind every blind curve? Or is it my life? It's both, really. And I intend to take them both at full throttle as much as possible. If something unspeakable should happen, at least I was having fun when it happens.
What awaits beyond the curve...
Tags:
