Final Training Day
Posted in 2007 Equality Ride: West by Tab Dansby on March 8th, 2007
It’s privately humorous that I’m writing on a day of such grand transition. We leave this morning. I’m awake but wishing for more sleep, as I have since I left home 6 days ago. I got up early to pack because I stayed up and hung out, half-believing I could fend off the dawn that would split the riders into East and West. At the same time, as I looked at myself in the mirror in one of my snazzy new Soulforce polo shirts (for myself, most flattering with 3 turns of the sleeve, I learned), I was also excited to be finally beginning.
Once downstairs, I saw the conference room full of suitcases and tired, anxious riders, all clad in at least our gray jackets, most distractedly gnawing on continental breakfast items. We came to order and stood in a circle one more time, holding hands (thumbs to the left), giving songs, prayers, and purposeful silences, and then hugs and tears and promises/invitations to call and email. As I took it all in, a fellow (Q)West bus rider approached and asked, “Have you seen the buses yet?” I said no, and we headed outside.
Apparently, the East bus had broken down on its journey to our hotel, leaving them with an unwrapped replacement motor coach. The West bus, however, was there in all its glory. I stared for a moment, realizing that I was actually doing this. Once the buses were packed with luggage and people, we went to a very quick press conference (which is to say, not one at all), said our last goodbyes, and hit the road.
Throughout this travel day, it’s been so interesting to watch drivers’ and pedestrians’ reactions to the bus. Some people twisted around in their seats to keep staring and reading as they passed. Some folks waiting for a bus pointed and smiled and chatted to each other. A car full even gave a rousing one-finger salute. It’s amazing to me that even while I’m asleep on this bus, I’m potentially a part of a conversation. We are activism in constant motion. We are constant activism in motion. We won’t stop.
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