In a conversation with a friend last night, I realized that as my journey of self-discovery unfolds (I am figuring out who Cindy-the-person is when she is no longer Cindy-the-girlfriend), there is a lot of fun stuff I want to do, and I should put them in a list and add a deadline. Age 30 is a good deadline for me. That gives me a year and almost a month. That’ll light a fire under me to flesh these musings out so that I’m not just talk. Plus, now is a great time to do these things as some of them are quite irresponsible and I won’t put my future kids or family or body thru it when I would require a longer recovery time after I age a bit more. In order of increasing difficulty/realisticness:

1. Stay at the Hotel del Coronado in San Diego.
2. Get back into kickboxing or take up a new martial art.
3. Take an automobile simple mechanics course. At least so I can change my own oil/tires.
4. Learn to surf.
5. Stay at a bed-and-breakfast at the Niagara Peninsula.
6. Buy a motorcycle.
a. Learn to ride said motorcycle.
7. Lose another 10 lbs without chopping off a limb.

The college roommie and I have discussed #6 recently. We decided we shouldn’t start with Ducatis because we should train on cheaper bikes (like the Honda CBR600F4i, pictured above) that we wouldn’t mind scratching up or scrapping if we decide it’s not for us. Working our way up to a Ducati is a nice goal. We would be responsible – both of us have a lot of common sense, we’re careful, we’d read all the manuals and take the appropriate courses and be safe weekend riders – and then our innate lameness took over and we decided I should get a yellow bike and she would get a blue one so that if we rode together we would form Bruin colors.

Hey, how would we form Bruin colors if she’s a bizillion miles away from me? I’m not flying a bike up there when I visit her, and I’m certainly not gonna ride all the way up there and have all these bugs stuck in my teeth.