American Road Trip 1979 on Kodachrome

#USA15-13 crossing Lake Ponchartrain, Louisiana, 19 May 1979

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Gosh, you sure were moving fast. No moss growing under your sneakers... One day, Arizona, two days later, boom! Texas, then seemingly, boom again! Louisiana and now Tennessee. Amazing how you got to photograph so many good places at the speed you were traveling. Cape Canaveral couldn't have competed with your tour.

Have you thought about returning to those 'roots' and photographing it all over again?

That I believe, is the sort of thing one should do at least one time in life. Amazing the deja vu moments you will relive, and the new thoughts you will get. Also the inspiration.

Much to be said for going to an old place after so many years, with a new viewpoint.

Any others want to join in this adventure? I would give anything to go back, but life in my dotage (well, almost there, I'm mid 70s now)) has me in Indonesia. Another world entirely from New Mexico, but there you are. Life, real world, etcetera.
 
Gosh, you sure were moving fast. No moss growing under your sneakers... One day, Arizona, two days later, boom! Texas, then seemingly, boom again! Louisiana and now Tennessee. Amazing how you got to photograph so many good places at the speed you were traveling. Cape Canaveral couldn't have competed with your tour.

Have you thought about returning to those 'roots' and photographing it all over again?

That I believe, is the sort of thing one should do at least one time in life. Amazing the deja vu moments you will relive, and the new thoughts you will get. Also the inspiration.

Much to be said for going to an old place after so many years, with a new viewpoint.

Any others want to join in this adventure? I would give anything to go back, but life in my dotage (well, almost there, I'm mid 70s now)) has me in Indonesia. Another world entirely from New Mexico, but there you are. Life, real world, etcetera.
I'd like to do that but there's many other places in the world I'd rather visit first. I won't be able to travel again for the forseeable future due to factors beyond my control.
 
Photos like this always make me wonder where they are now. Are they still alive? Are they enjoying their later years in dark bars, sipping whisky and reminiscing about those long ago rides?
Bourbon, I reckon. The American bikies' official drink. With Coke, altho' real American men prefer their Kentucky mash neat.

Another small aside (bearing in mind that I am again sneaking into taking over your thread!). When I was in New Mexico in 1979 I stayed in a small hamlet, officially 'abandoned' (it seems this is a legal term for any community with less than 50 inhabitants) called Pinos Altos, with relatives of an Australian partner I was traveling with.

Unfortunately we had a disagreement (over a fairly serious personal matter, but it was so long ago and now I won't go into that part of it) and after said companion and I again clashed and mutually agreed to go our separate ways, which saved both our friendship and my journey) I cut off the NM family and never again had contact with them. The mother (partner's aunt) passed away last year at age 100. I have scores of Kodachrome slides of her and other family members, their house, even their dogs and cat, and I now wish I had forgiven old conflicts and sent copies of the best ones. They made a few enquiries about me over the years so I know they would have liked them (I was told all this only last year when I had the news of Peggy's passing in Pinos Altos).

So a few sad memories there. If I could, I would now try to make amends, even if the printing cost me a small fortune.

Small things in our lives, but we remember them.

Like you, Lyn, and maybe Archiver, I too with most likely never return to New Mexico. Too much water under my life's bridge - some of it a little smelly, so it goes. I have the memories, as you do. Long may these last for both of us.

(Added later) Hello, Lynn. You were online when I posted, good one! I drove bikes til the mid 90s, when balance problems (with me, not the motorbikes) forced me to give up riding even bicycles. For almost three decades I've happily seen the world from the passenger seat of a car with a good driver at the wheel, my partner in Australia or a hired chauffeur in Asia. The way to go for me!
 
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Photos like this always make me wonder where they are now. Are they still alive? Are they enjoying their later years in dark bars, sipping whisky and reminiscing about those long ago rides?
I wonder too. And I miss the excitement of that first sight and sound of the Honda 750/4, ten years earlier, when the only large bikes until then had been Bonnevilles and Harleys. Something to reminisce about..
 
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