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The trip did not get off to a good start. I awoke to sound of strong rain on the leaves outside my window. Since I landed here, and drove my bike from North Carolina to Massachusetts I did not encounter rain. Now, as I prepare to hit the road, the rain comes down. This is a test I told myself. Get up and prepare to leave. I packed the bike, said good by to my sisters and was on the interstate by one in the after noon. This is a late start by my standards. Tents, sleeping blankets, dvd’s, laptop, back pack, chair, and a hundred other items were neatly tied on the back. I was concerned with how it handled on the high way at seventy five miles per hour. It was just fine. Dark clouds threatened me all day and finally delivered when I reached the New York state line. All the way down to route 84 and finally stopped when I headed through the Pocono’s. It was not enough to stop me. Only once did I search for shelter. The rain stopped just as an overpass came in sight. MY AMX satilite radio gave me all the music I needed. I could listen to classics, oldies, rock and my favorite southern gospel. As long as I could stay away from trucks I could hear the music just fine. I am on a trek. For one year, I won’t have a place to call home. I will live on my bike. There will be times when I return to New Zealand, but for the most part, I am on the road. I have everything I need to survive. Most of the times, I will camp. Once or twice I will stay in a motel where I can catch up on my internet work. Weather will not play a role in any of my decisions. When it is time to go, I will go. I am on my way to Ada Ohio to work with a promising student for two days. I will stop at a pool hall not far from Columbus to arrange a workshop when I return from this trip. I will set it up for the last weekend of this month. After Ada, I go up to the Upper Penninsular for a four day visit with my two daughters. I will report in just about every day. You can follow my trip. Make plans for me to visit you. Click on The Monk Training center and book a workshop in your home with The Monk. This is a golden opportunity for you to get the hands on training you deserve. I am in Scranton PA and will head to OH tomorrow morning. The Monk trek is underway. Woke up this morning to an overcast day. Cloudy days are great for riding as you don’t get burned by the sun. I head down to I-80 and then west to OH. The winds tossed and the rains came, travel was slow and dangerous. I headed west on I-80 with the rain beating down upon my face. At one point I had to seek the shelter of an underpass. The travel was slow, visibility hampered by the both the rain and the spray from the trucks that raced passed my slow moving bike. It was hard to control the bike as the winds hit me from all sides. With my gear piled high the aerodynamics made riding a full time job. I waited beneath the over pass until the rain let up and then raced to the west where I knew it was clear. At one point I had to stop along the highway to take care of things. Where I stopped was on a slight slant. My kick stand was on the high side but the bike stood up okay. When I prepared to leave, I had to lean more to the right to lift the kick stand and I leaned too far. The bike fell over and crashed on to the guard rail. With all the strength I could muster I was not able to lift the bike back up. I could not get the leverage as the bike was against the guardrail. After many people passed me by a dump truck finally stopped and a guy helped me get the bike back up. I was off and running. In Ohio the winds came so I still could not make good time. I was rocked back and forth with gust up to thirty miles per hour. It was my intention to reach my students house that evening. I ended up at the Ramada about ninety miles from his home. It is forty degrees today, time to get rolling. My lesson starts at noon. Two great days with Jeremy and now I am headed to Michigan . Ada Ohio is a nice warm friendly town in the mid west. After two days of pool with Master Jeremy I was wore out. I rode strong to the middle of Michigan and checked into a motel just after noon. It was cold in Michigan. After I was settled in I slept for four hours. Then I went to Walmarts and bought some thermals as I knew it was very cold in the Upper Penninsular of Michigan. I watched a little baseball and fell asleep. The next day, I purchased a new lap top so I could get on line with wireless and then headed north. The weather was extreemly cold and windy. All I thought about was North Carolina and eighty degrees. When I crossed the Makinaw bridge they were considering closing it as the wind was strong. I had no trouble. The Gold Wing was up to the task. My time with my daughters was great. And now it is time to head back south. I am packed and ready to go. I left the upper Peninsular in late afternoon. My plan was to ride to the Mackinaw bridge and spend the night. It was warm, a little breezy off lake Michigan, and the road was clear. I made good time. On a bike you have time to think. In my case, my mind wanders off to many subjects. Not only is this a trip about helping others, I have included some personal meditations on my past and the things I did when I was younger. It seems like I need to get in touch with those experiences and perhaps set them free. For this reason, after I crossed the bridge I decided to follow route twenty three down along the coast of Lake Huron. This is a fine ride. Once again, there was little traffic so I made good time. I turned back west when I reached the Onaway cut across. It was dark, late and I was tired. I had spent some time on this lonely stretch of road thirty five years ago. In those days I was a 70's hippie in search of "truth." This part of the ride was spooky. My nerves were on edge as I rode across the state. Farms came into sight where I worked in the hay fields for a few bucks and a meal. I wondered who owned them now. Memories, long buried in the past came into my mind and as I pondered my former way of life I could finally see the "truth" I had searched for so many years ago. This part of the trip was tough, both with my emotions and with my body as I had been riding for over seven hours. It took about an hour and then I passed through my former life and leaped on I-75. The ride south to Gaylord bordered on dangerous as I seemed to be confused and disorientated. I weaved back and forth in the rode and did not know where I was. It was all strange and eerie. Finally I landed at a motel in Gaylord. The Monk has made a breakthrough. Perhaps this trip is more about that than anything else. It started out as the perfect riding day. No wind, temperature in the mid eighties and traffic was light. When you have ridden through the rain, a good day is welcome. Travelling on a bike is much like sailing. You are always aware of the weather conditions. This gives you the zen moments. As you roll through the wind your mind is open to deep personal thoughts. For most of the morning I thought about tournaments and how hard it is to win. There are many fine players today. Ceri Worts is coming over on the 29th. He will meet my Master Teacher Mike Moon in Houston. I will still be in San Diego working with Danny Propp so it will take me two more days to reach Houston. I have scheduled a two day workshop in Houston at Breakers Billiards on the fourth and fifth of October. There is a four student limit as I want to make sure you get as much personal attention as possible. Ceri and Mike will be with me. Three students have signed up so there is one spot left. What a great opportunity this is as you will work with me and a world class player. Ceri is scheduled to compete in the Houston Open so you can attend that event with me on the seventh and eight. I stopped in Lima Ohio to give Jeremy Clum another shot at me. He was waiting at Waffle house to show me the way to the pool hall. I did not like my chances as by that time I arrived, two hundred miles later, it was over ninety degrees. I played well enough to survive the three races and Jeremy promised to rigorously continue his training. This young man is destined to be one of Ohio's best. He also declared he is going on Bonnie Edwards, Mind Coach, website www.thoughtsofpower.com and learn all that wonderful material she presents. Then I headed to Lancaster where I was scheduled to meet up with a fellow who owns a small pool hall. There will be a special workshop, followed by another special workshop, followed by the first Monk 101 9-Ball tournament. I took a wrong turn and ended up following RT 33 straight through down town Columbus. This involved major traffic and over fifty stop lights and many twist and turns. I was tired, hot, and not thinking very well but somehow, I made it through. When I walked into Chris's place, I fell in love with it. This is really a country bumkin pool hall/ bar. The players are down home fun loving guys and girls. So I decided to spend a week with them in November and finish with a tournament. I will create the poster and put it on www.themonk.com There is a possibility that Bon, our 'Thoughts of Power Coach ',will be at that workshop. I am limiting the first workshop to four students. The second one is more open. We will be working on bar boxes so here is a great chance to master the game on the most popular table in pool. It did not take me long to fall asleep at the Lancaster Inn that night.
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