I will ride my bike until I sail again. A cloud burst caught my attention pulling me from the mundane task of labeling an endless supply of the worlds finest wines. Big poofy clouds, blue sky and the smell of wet asphalt made me smile.
Sure I have the perfect boat to sail around the world but being a privileged American I want more. I have always wanted to pick up bike touring where I left off and ride around the world but what if I could do both. Every spring I am forced to sell my beautiful bike when sailing season rolls around. When the crispy days of fall return my mind strays from the boat, the saddle calling my name. This is the year I will throw down and get a real folding bike and never again have to say good by to my winter steed.
There are dozens of folding bikes out there but only two that will do for this sailor boy, the Bike Friday or the Brompton. No matter how you slice it and dice it the bike alone will set me back over 2k which is no small price to pay. My travel budget is still $100 a week so it will set me back 5 months of travel funding but you can’t put a price on the freedom a bicycle affords.
At this point I don’t know where I’m headed but wherever it is it will be powered by the wind in my lungs and or sails, the only limits are my own physical means. I’ll never forget my first bike, the freedom, the smile it brought to my face and the adventures of discovering my world which at that time was as far as my mommy could see me down the road. My playground has increased since then but its no larger of an adventure than it was at the ripe old age of 6. If you want to find the secrets of the fountain of youth saddle up and take a spin around the… As for me every mile I spin I get just a little bit younger and wiser.
The bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets. –Christopher Morley