47°52’01.52”N, 121°44’54.85”W Startup, Washington The ironic starting point of the first leg of my journey. Sure, I was disheartened that my bike was not waiting for me when I arrived in Seattle, Washington, in 2005. However, if not for this delay I might not have enjoyed how fitting it was to begin my northwest-to-southeast trip in Startup, Washington.
Have you ever ridden a Harley? I hadn’t, so this would be a new experience for me, one that many people might find risky or puzzling for someone who had spent his entire corporate life dressed in a suit and tie. But, yes, here I was, almost 60, buying a Harley—with the express purpose of exploring a country, which until 2005 was truly “foreign” to me. While I am an American citizen, as are my parents, I was born in Mexico City. Because of my father’s work, I spent most of my youth in South America. I attended schools in the United States starting at age 14 and began my business career living and working primarily in the Northeast, save for a seven-year stint in the Midwest and a few years abroad. It was not hard to see why, after all these years (almost a lifetime), I had an intense curiosity about the vast sections of America that I had never seen. 24 Taft Bulletin Fall 2009
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