So here I sit, unable to sleep. It's hard for me to fathom what those of you who are heading out for a trip across the country or across the world must feel like the night before the trip. Hell, I'm just headed 300 miles north from Southwest Va. to DC and I've got the butterflies. I can't attribute all of the butterflies to the ride though. Sure the rain in the forecast and attacking DC traffic on a 250cc scooter has me thinking, but there is something about reuniting with friends that I have not seen in 30 years that has me going. In high school I was pretty much an average guy, "C" student, bench warmer and quiet in class. True to form I'm still pretty much an average guy. The older I get, the more I'm OK with this. Hell, someone has to sit at the peak of the bell curve. I've always told myself and my daughter that you have to evaluate your position based on your potential, and not to use somebody else as the standard for self evaluation. I imagine a 30 year reunion will put this motto to the test. With that, I'm off, knowing that the nice thing about bikes is that the ride home should provide ample time for reflection.