Welcome! This is the newest section of our site, so it's still a work in progress. Here you'll find short parables about real life stories from our first year on the road. We'll continue to add more as we remember them.
Car Accident Friends
Once upon a time, we sideswiped a parked truck while we were trying to parallel park Campy. We didn’t just bump into it either; we made contact in multiple places and then dragged our ancient fiberglass hull across the beautiful exterior of the 2008 Tacoma, leaving four scratches that were each about three feet long. It was hideous. As we sat around waiting for the guy to show up, people stopped by to gape at our heinous creation. We were screwed.
When the owner of the vehicle finally showed up, he took a step back to absorb what he was looking it; like a Jackson Pollock across the side of his vehicle. Our bodies were tense as we awaited his response. He told us not to worry about it, and asked what happened. When we explained our situation and showed him Campy, he seemed somewhat happy about it all. He told us to follow him back to his house; he’d grab a couple of six packs on the way. We agreed, in awe of this man’s unshakeable coolness. He was the epitome of a chill surfer dude.
When we got back to his house, there was a “For Sale” sign out front with a small “SOLD” sign hanging from the bottom of it. We hit that sign too. It was a bad day for driving.
When we got into his house we asked about the sign out front. He told us he was getting rid of it all. He was forty years old and he was tired of the rat race. The house had sold for $1.7 million and he was cashing out. When we asked him what he was going to do now, he smiled and told us “the same thing you guys are doing”. When we smashed into his truck, it had been a sign. His two weeks notice was in at work, his house was sold, and he was on his way to Fiji for an indefinite surf trip.
The Homeless Man and the BMW
Once upon a time, we met two guys. One drove a brand new BMW convertible. “It’s the one I always wanted” he exclaimed. The other guy was essentially homeless, sleeping on the beach at night. “It’s not a bad life” he told us. After spending some time getting to know one another, we all decided to go out for some food. When we arrived at the restaurant, we all sat down at a table together. My fiancé and I split a meal and drank waters. The guy who slept on the beach had an entire meal to himself, accompanied by two beers and a carafe of sake. The guy with the beamer drank only water. As we shared our meal, I could not help but notice the disparity in our priorities.