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| Ray Uloth |
"Journeys Two-Up" is a touching journal of grief and deliverance.
Ray Uloth, a retired educator and corporate director of executive development for Honeywell and Abbott Laboratories, lost Markie, his wife of 40 years, to cancer in 2008.
In his desire to heal the pain in his heart — or perhaps to bury it — the bought a new three-wheel Honda motorcycle that he named Gladys, and set off on a long-distance solo trip. The spirit of Markie rode with him "two-up" on his journey.
Motorcycle riding for him is a "positional fix for the soul." "Something spiritual happens" as he takes Sunday morning rides when the traffic is light, but he knows that in the light of his loss, a Sunday morning sabbatical will not be enough. "I want to discover ... what? A reason to leave."
He misses his life partner even as he plans the journey.
"I can make the smallest detail so large that the future of humankind will hang in its balance," he writes of his efforts to pack for the trip. "By the time I was done fretting and fiddling, I'd delayed departure a full day. And now I can't remember where anything is, to boot. ... If Markie were alive, she'd have prevented me from spinning wildly into this pointless Never Land of details and unlikely possibilities. She was ruthless but effective in keeping me grounded.
It's your fault, I told her last night as I passed her urn before going to bed.
If you hadn't died, this wouldn't have happened."
So typical of married couples.
After driving Gladys from the suburbs of Chicago to Montana, Washington and Oregon, he takes a long-delayed trip to Egypt of which he dreamed since his childhood. There he finds more ghosts of the past that bump against the reality of modern survival.
Uloth writes with elegance and precision, imagining ridiculous fantasy scenarios (buffalo going to church) juxtaposed with nuggets of historical and geological background along the way.
Among these tales, he describes the flight of the Nez Perce Indians in Montana and Chief Joseph's famous "I will fight no more forever" speech as his people surendered to U.S. soldiers just 40 miles from the Canadian border. "It is cold and we have no blankets; the little children are freezing to death. My people, some of them, have run away to the hills. They have no blankets, no food. ... I want to have time to look for my children and see how many of them I can find. Maybe I shall find them among the dead. ..."
"Now THAT is loss and grief," Uloth comments.
He describes his own grief as a cat that rises in an instant when he least expects it, leading to a breakdown in Crater Lake, Ore., two months after Markie's death. A song playing in a restaurant reminds him of her funeral, and he stumbles out of the restaurant to find a boy sitting on Gladys, his father having taken liberties with Uloth's possessions.
" 'Off the trike,' I scream, 'you SONOFABITCH!' " he writes. "I advance on the man and his son. My mind is blind with fury. My fists are clenched. Tears flood my vision and stream down my face. I'm trembling so badly I nearly fall off my high-heeled cowboy boots.
"I'm not a violent man, and am disgusted by by this kind of language, but I cannot help myself."
A stranger tries to comfort him and stays with him for a moment, recognizing his pain.
Later, he encounters a "gang of gregarious Canucks from Calgary," coming back from a run to the Sturgis motorcycle rally. They welcome him to their fire and "conversation turns, as it always does on nights like this, to bikes and that icon of motorcycles, Harley-Davidson."
"My new best friends all ride them. ... One of the men wanders over to Gladys and traces a hand over the titanium-colored covers on her flank.
" 'Why do the Japanes hide their machines under all this stupid plastic, eh?' he wants to know, teasing, 'Can't get at anything to fix it.'
" 'Why do Harleys always need fixing?' I reply, returning the friendly barb."
Like "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," "Journeys Two-Up" isn't about motorcycles — the cycle is merely a framing device in a deeper story of what it means to be human.
Uloth's book is a rich, vivid literary narrative full of sorrow and joy. It is a beautiful book.
You can find his blog at
http://backstairs.wordpress.com/
"Journeys
Two-Up:
On the
Road
Through
Grief to
Renewal,"
by Ray Uloth
I give it 5 Revs out of 5