Like most kids growing up in the 60s, I loved to ride my bike. It was the freedom to move. To travel unencumbered in the world. To see new places, away from the watchful eyes of our parents.
Like most kids growing up in the 60s, I loved to ride my bike. It was the freedom to move. To travel unencumbered in the world. To see new places, away from the watchful eyes of our parents.
The single most important thing to bear in mind when packing for a self-supported cycling trip is that whatever you pack, you must pedal!
Why this trip? Why France? Why not some English-speaking nation, like England or Ireland that offer some equally wonderful riding experiences without the confusion of French?
Getting ready for the big adventure!
I feel like I did on the first day of school, looking fondly at my new scribblers, daring to crack the cover and admire the clean beauty of new school supplies. The whiteness of the paper and the uniformity of the lines taunting me to write something. I wanted the penmanship to be perfect and the ideas worthy of the first page, on the first day of class.
I feel the same excitement and the same tension writing my first blog post. Do I have something worthy enough to write and show to the world? We’ll see.