No matter how I appear on the surface, In reality I’m freaking out. This isn’t the “grand plan” being set into motion that the journey was last June. Not even close. This is more like “Jesus....I’m leaving in FOUR FUCKING WEEKS???” Maybe it was abandoning the goal and heading back to the US last year. Maybe it’s the reality of dealing with a bike that’s now well-used and in need of attention (bike was new last June) Maybe it’s the now near-constant thoughts of and actions-concerning staying healthy. Maybe (and I suspect that it’s this mostly) I just need badly to get back on the road where I belong. It’s the only place where my mind is focused. Where the things that seem to be driving me and this country insane disappear into the mist, replaced by a never ending stream of concerns about REAL life. What’s that plant? What’s that smell? Wow that is a beautiful sight! Wonder where this road goes? Should I turn left or right? How long will that tire hold up? Is that rain coming? Smells like it. The list is endless. Got the motor degreased today. It’s pretty clean. Tomorrow I install the gas tank and try to start her up. Need to ride her to find the source of the oil leak.