Its on! It took about 6 hours of soul searching to commit to it. The choices are simple, spend my summer sailing around solo and in complete isolation and lonely as shit, or jump on my iron horse and hit the road. It’s a really tough choice with so many great bikes out there but I’ve decided a Surly Karate Monkey with a 1×11 gearing will be the bike for the journey. I don’t want to hit Mexico before the end of October so I’ve got 7 months to kill depending on where I start.
If I start from Dead Horse Alaska it will be on or before May 14th. If I start from Juno it will be early July and if I start from somewhere around here it will be towards the end of August unless I decide to to a quick Oregon tour in which case I’m already running late. I’m still not sure if I’ll take a stock bike or build one from the frame up. I’d like front suspension but it’s pricy, heavy and somewhat fragile. I’ll be rolling 3″ tubeless tires and just like on Brompty all frame bags with the lightest load I can muster.
There is an old saying, if your not cold while wearing everything you have, you brought too much. I was minimalist on Brompty, I’m going for full maximum minimalist on Monkey. I’m not sure how to get to Seattle and back to pick up the new steed and all the crap that goes with it but this new journey has already started in the gear stage and by Monday morning I’ll be sending a doposite off on the new bike.
Ive been in this weird depression induced funk since the day I gave in to my shit knee and that won’t happen again, I’ll be in the best shape of my life before I start this ride and progressively grow from there. My wanderlust is peaking these days and I wish I could leave today, shit, maybe I will. I’m not much of a planner or a prepper but this ride will be one accompanied by gps, new lighter and smaller camera gear and fuck yes, open ended, I’m done with boats and boating for now. I need me a good taste of terra firma, camp fires and desert sunsets accompanied by my old friend that salty sweaty skank that only a touring cyclist can know. Warm beers, tequila and cabbage tacos will be my dangling carrot all the way to the cape.