Ever had one of those "OK, what the heck, why not," moments? Rumor has it that many of these moments might happen while imbibing in adult beverages or chatting with friends and such. I’ve heard that Hitler was quite good at influencing folks in a beer hall but I wasn’t there, so who knows.
Anyway, it’s probably safe to say that most of us have discussed plans to take over the world, make a fortune or some other outlandish "why not" discussions. As well I bet a lot of the world’s solutions have been abandoned on bar tops or coffee tables. Sometimes what seems like a good idea is quite capable of losing its appeal overnight. But then there are those moments when "what the heck and why not" are outweighed by nothing else going on, so "why not?" Then it has to pass the can I do it now or maybe someday test, so very few of these moments get past the "what the heck" and enter the "seemed like a good idea at the time" stage.
And that’s where I am today, preparing for a junket to Grand Junction Colo. It started with fellow RATPAC member and gym rat, Skip, (who demands that I pay him 10 percent of my proceeds whenever I mention his name on these pages) came up and asked if I’d like to ride along with him. Of course there’s a purpose involved in that we have to deliver an outboard motor to his buddy and then load up another motor for the return trip.
So our plan is simple, pack up enough underwear to cover four days on the road, two days or so in Colorado and just head out. Of course our wives both looked askance at the idea as both of us had to twice remind them that we were going. I don’t know about Skip’s wife but Renee gave me that unapproved look she has ingrained into my being. But I stood my ground by convincing her that I was rather tired of looking out our living room window and looked forward to looking out of Skip’s windshield for a while.
The part that seemed to trigger that infamous look was when she asked me when I planned on being back and I said, "I don’t know … we’re in no hurry, depends on the weather, etc., and we’re leaving on Tuesday." For the record, it was a rather quiet evening from there.
Anyway, by the time you read this I could be someplace in Colorado doing whatever there is to do there so I may miss the next deadline for this column but rest assured I do have an early February hairstylist appointment that I can’t ignore.
In the meantime, here’s hoping that you survive any of those "what the heck, why not" moments that cause you to engage in edge of the envelope behavior. And for the record, I recommend avoiding those "hold my beer and watch this" stuff. Safe travels to you.