I had a dream sort of vision months ago, I was at the top of some white steps, my son looked aged standing next to me, i walked down the steps to a city street, crossed it into a cafe of a sorts, had a chit chat with locals who seemed Australian.
Went next door to another building, Mollie was there but much younger, in her 20’s, and i think her son or a friend next to her.
And when i come up to her she says, “Its about time!”
Like a final scene from Titanic, so now here is the weird part, all summer long i had a fevered pitch about Australia, i bought the airfare and a voice said go to Adelaide.
I’m into motorcycles, mostly Goldwings, yesterday i had 18, sold one of them yesterday, but as i was watching a youtube go pro video of a motorcycle rider along a beach road south of Adelaide i saw a town with the big white staircase from a parking lot going to a street, and the same buildings and a cafe as in my dream.
I booked a vacation home just a couple of miles from there, will be leaving in early december fro Alaska, to Hawaii and then to Oz, and i have a feeling i’m not returning.
Bought a 40’ reefer van, all running motorcycles are in it, and tools, sold my 1985 Yamaha VMax and my 99 GMC Envoy yesterday, took a sizable chunk of dollars to the bank and ordered Aussie money.
My destiny awaits i supposed for whatever its worth.
ship your harleys and sell them in Japan...for twice what you will get here.
ship your harleys and sell them in Japan...for twice what you will get here.