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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by AntiHero, Aug 8, 2014.
I'm blaming the delay on a woman. He's got better things to do than post right now.
Dennis, wtf. Its been almost a month and not a word. You OK??? Some of your peeps are concerned.
This ride report was rarely live. Stay patient. Dennis is probably on yet another trip.
I been with his RR for 4 years now. No posts/No Instagram is not like him to be dark for this long.........just sayin
He's probably still nursing a massive hangover from Ducati world, it's a bit worrying though!
Dennis, if you're home in L.A. and need anything let me know. There's a whole bunch of folks missing you!
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My wife recently communicated with him via email. He said he would update soon with the final chapter.
Final Chapter? Sounds ominous..............
I think if he's still around to update us, it won't be the final chapter. How can you call it 'round the world... and never leave Europe? I was looking forward to seeing that Ducati parked in a outdoor market in Tibet.
If anything, the lack of content to read may be his way of saying: "go ride your bike and make your own fucking story"!
I'd like to think so! Hopefully all is well.
I saw him post up on Instagram last week, I believe he is alive and well.
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Would be very cool to see ANTIHERO come through China with his Ducati Panigale while on his awesome RTW cruise. Unfortunately China is still a very costly detour due to guides & permits required to enter with a foreign registered motor-vehicle. TAR = Tibet Autonomous Region (China) is a special administrative region requiring even more special permits and $$$'s.....
Furthermore, quite a few South East Asia countries have introduced motor-vehicle restrictions following China, advanced motor- vehicle entry / exit permits are required for Thailand / Myanmar / Vietnam / Laos / Cambodia to just name a few and rumours about Indonesia popping up as well....
Sidenote: as far as I recall, the last Ducati RTW rider coming through China (Shanghai / September 2010), Paolo Pirozzi (Ducati Multistrada) http://aroundtheworld.ducati.com
Hey guys, my apologies for the absence. No amount of explanation doesn't sound like bullshit, so I'm not going to mince my words. But--if you are reading this and know me, do not ever bring this topic up because I do not want to talk about it. I'm sharing something that explains my behavior (not just lately) and also, I've found, when I write about things that make me uncomfortable, someone always reaches out and thanks me for, in some cases, saving their life.
From a very early age there was always something just off with the world. Though I couldn't articulate it as a child, purpose and meaning were absent. I wasn't abused. Nothing bad had happened. Even joy and happiness seemed so pointless. When I was 6 or 7, I learned a new vocabulary word (while watching M*A*S*H) that gave me hope: suicide. The problem wasn't that something was missing from my life. The problem was life itself. The day after I wrote my first suicide note, asking a family member how to spell the word.
Fortunately, or unfortunately (at the time), I wasn't very good at figuring out HOW. My knowledge base on death was limited to what I'd learned from Tom and Jerry and it all looked either incredibly painful or required equipment or explosives I didn't have access to. The only ideas I could come up with on my own involved 1) plunging a chef's knife into my heart or 2) drowning (which I'd accidentally done before, twice, and didn't want to repeat). My courage was not as great as the feeling of doom. But just knowing the road to hell was equally short from anywhere I happened to be was a relief. There was an escape.
Fast forward many years and the feeling never went away. There were distractions. Love, adventure, books, and being alone. And then while reading Johy Lyly's Euphues, I read something that would change my life:
"I can carouse with Alexander, abstain with Romulus,' eat with the Epicure, fast with the Stoic, sleep with Endymion, watch with Chrysippus."
Now, I'd always and mistakenly thought having a hero as something exclusive. You either wanted to be Batman or Superman or Bruce lee, but you couldn't be two. And after reading the above phrase, I realized, 'why not?' Instead of idolizing one person, idolize them all. Instead of mastering one thing, master EVERYTHING. I could be both a lover AND a fighter. For Setting goals higher than I could imagine achieving somehow made life seem scary and fun, extreme and unimaginable. And finally: meaning. So I sought out to try to do it all. Art, Philosophy, Writing, Ironman, MMA; succeed in the business world, get degrees, make money; win a racing championship, and yes, travel the world by motorcycle. These were all things I'd written down as goals (I still have the original).
It was a novel concept. To have the meaning of my life based on what I did, and nothing else--not religion, not predefined role, not random, strange ideas of what was and was not possible--just blew my mind. All of the weight of the world that formerly suffocated me was lifted. I was suddenly free from everything the world had told me about me. That I was a loser. That I wouldn't amount to anything. That I was stupid. That I'd end up a drug addict. And just as important--I could be multiple things. Being an artist didn't mean I had to be a bleeding heart pussy. Being a fighter didn't mean I had to be a jerk. And who says I can't be a skinhead (not of the racist variety) motorcycle-riding academic?
So I did my things. I was happy. My life had meaning. I had purpose. Unfortunately nearly every thing I've done was dependent on one thing working properly: my brain. When the brain-tumor shit show began, I lost everything. I could do nothing. Life again had no meaning. So I adapted, and then, two years later, began a motorcycle adventure that led me here. And once again, I was doing something stupid. Something bigger than I was. And it felt good. I felt meaning.
And then: no more money. So I returned to the U.S. to refill the coffers before heading off to Asia or Australia. And then depression hit. In part because I was no longer doing what I'd loved (riding), and in part because nearly everything that had ever given my life enough meaning before was something I was incapable of doing without becoming paralyzed (a result of the craniotomy). So I started a business, then another, began rewriting a novel, have finished enough paintings to fill an entire room from wall to wall, ceiling to floor, and got a job. Though every weekend I tell myself I will finish the ride report, finishing this chapter is about as easy as going through all the photos of a vacation you had with a loved one who died at the end of the trip. It's tough. I'm still in mourning.
But there, I said it. I feel better. And I will finish the R/R. Still at least a few more pictures and stories to come.
My Brilliant reply is wow and Thank You for your candor.
Hey man, thanks for the journey so far. You had me at hello when you first hit the starter button on your new Ducati several years ago. I have no doubt that you personally had some effect of the sport touring movement toward sport bikes and away from Goldwings. It was your story that pushed me just a little bit over the edge and into my first Ducati. Thanks for that. If you get around to sharing more... great. If not, thanks for the ride buddy. Cheers!
Been with you from page 1 of the first trip, AH. Thanks for letting us ride along with you on your amazing journey, and only the best wishes for the future, whatever that holds!
Hi man, it's almost as if i knew you though we never met, thanks for the thoughts you shared, making me think about some things.
Good decision to "finish" this RR, may it take whatever time it needs. My personal experience showed me the importance of closing a chapter, never knowing wether this means to close the book.
Good Luck, Dennis.
Dennis, you're a gentleman I hope to meet one day.