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lessonsfromtheroad That's My Book! By Ken Decroo #178241


LIKE MANY WRIT- ers, I often wonder how much of an audience I actually reach. I feel this mostly in the quiet of the evening when I close my laptop


and let the scenes and my characters retreat for a while. I was encouraged last spring dur-


ing an impromptu moto trip to Baja. Spring is a good time to be in Baja on a motorcycle, and between rain storms, the mild weather is perfect for exploring both sides of the penin- sula. It is also the time of year when offshore storms can kick up big swells and form some huge waves. When this happens, my young friends drop everything and race down to the leg- endary surf spots of Baja, which gives me an excuse to leave my writing table and get on a bike for a nice, long adventure ride. After my friends called, I wasted


little time to pack my gear and head south on my BMW F 800 GS Adven- ture to be part of this gran adventura. I crossed the border at Tecate, wound through the Guadalupe Valley and raced to my place six miles south of Ensenada, Playa de Estero. The next day I set out early to ride south down Mexican 1D and join them. The ride there consisted of a 40 mile dirt trail winding through the coastal moun- tains, small settlements and ranchos before arriving at the cliffs of Cabo San Jose. Recent rains had complicated this


ride with mud and washouts, and some of the water crossings were deep and long. Overall, it was a typi- cal ride in the dirt until I accelerated out of an unusually deep and long


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water crossing only to meet a drop off into a ravine where the runoff had washed out a whole section out of the trail. That was where I unceremoniously went down and found myself lying next to the stern of a shattered panga (boat) thrown into the hole to fill the ravine. Thank goodness for my


light and agile 800. After I picked my bike up, I noticed something was not quite right. I was worried I had suffered a concussion as every time I picked a line, my bike seemed to veer off to one side which made my progress slow. Eventually I reached the cliffs overlooking the surf spot. Once off the bike, I discovered I had twisted my handlebars out of alignment. It was an amazing sight, looking over the


blue and wild Pacific Ocean. It had been well worth the ride (as though you really need any reason to ride on two wheels). Huge waves kicked up on the offshore reefs, and I watched in awe as my friends streaked across the face of these racing giants. The juxtaposition between the power of the giant waves and their small but agile frames streaking across them was mesmerizing and beautiful. Now that my bike tracked properly, I


parked it next to a small encampment of surfers and made my way down to the beach below to get a closer look. As I stood on the shore, I noticed a young woman sit- ting reading a book. It seemed odd to be nosed in a book with all the beauty and acrobatics going on just offshore. She


looked up and briefly smiled at me and returned to her book. That was when I noticed she was reading the novel I had written, Almost Human! She must have sensed I was still staring


and looked back up. “How do you like the book?” I asked. She smiled and replied, “I love it. I can’t


put it down.” Before she could return to it, I continued,


“You know, that’s my book.” See frowned and replied. “No it isn’t. I


bought it on Amazon.” Without saying another word, I smiled


and returned to my bike. On my ride back, I wondered what the odds were of finding someone reading my book in such a remote spot. Sometimes you just have to step out of


the way of a story and let it unfold on its own.


discovery


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