I’m huddled under a tree with my Brompton, it’s well past midnight now, my warmth is gone. I’m shivering but I’m used to it. A flat tire and no tools has abruptly ended my midnight insomnia induced ride, for the life of me I can’t figure out where the hell I stashed my headlamp. I’m annoyed that I have a beautiful home only 5 miles from here but Im not allowed to lay my tired head on a soft pillow and fall asleep in a cocoon of warmth and security. I better get used to this because with no tent, a shitty sleeping bag and only half the freedom chips I need to get to my destination unknown I’m rat fucked.
I found this set up on the Brompton website, it’s as close to what I have been searching for as I can get although mine will be close it will also be very different.
To add insult to injury it now appears that I will have to work my way down a wet and winding coast with winter chasing me the entire way, back to being a migrant worker. Logging trucks, headwinds, a parade of half asleep Q-tips in 50′ motor homes and no shoulder to ride on. I don’t have rain gear, cycling wear, shoes or even gloves, not exactly what I was hoping for but sure as hell better than the alternative.
I wake up colder than when I fell asleep, it’s still dark and I have a Pitt in my stomach, I’m shivering uncontrollably, it’s the middle of July. What the hell am I getting myself into? I couldn’t stop this crazy train if I wanted to, I’m addicted to living close to the edge, waking to sunrise, every sunrise and falling asleep exhausted with my half drinken beer precariously perched in my hand. There is not a single mile of my intended journey that won’t be wrought with danger of one sort of another but still overall it seems more desirable and safer than commuting to a shitty job in high speed rush hour traffic.
Am I insane? Do I live for misery? Perhaps its self induced torture feeding some subbliminal internal loathing gyre to the abys for all the days of my life that I didn’t use to the fullest extent of my ability. It feels retarded putting money into Sookie that would be better spent on food and warm clothing, I’m beginning to feel like I can’t keep up with myself, my insatiable hunger for life and the simple smile it puts on my face.
Call it what you want, I’m happy to a fault, I’m good to everybody and feel 20 years younger than my damn birth certificate says. I’m strong, fit enough and at this pace will never need viagra to open the flood gates. Even when I’m sitting still contemplating life, testosterone surges through my veins. Maybe I’m not trying to keep up with the joneses, maybe I am the joneses of youth and vitality.
Im out in a flash in my mountian Hardwear kilt and my mankini, tearing down country roads my back is in agony from being run over by a yachter. I’m testing for anything comfy and modest to ride in other than spandex, it’s pretty good so I slip off the mankini to see if it’s better, fail… Back to the original set up, it’s almost perfect but to hot, the cloth is thin but not thin enough. Im hell bent on cycling in a pink running skort, is it any more offensive than spandex and all of its banana hammock glory? It can’t be, can it? It just can’t be beat for super light comfort and high visibility but I can’t find one long enough or short enough depending on where I search.
I put clothing off for now and order a seat bag, the Pika made by Relevate designs, it’s 12 liters at its largest capacity and can shrink to 6. I also order a PCH cycling guide even though I’m not even remotely committed to cycling anywhere. I’m building a bug out bike but for what? My next payday Is Friday at 5:00, by 5:15 I’ll be broke again but my new front T-bag by Brompton and all my new gearing and what ever else will be in the mail, food be damned if you want shit that’s out of your means you need to scrimp, besides; I have piles of lentils stashed in the woods and a half gallon of whiskey my brother sent me for my birthday, life is good.
I won’t spend a single penny I don’t need to but I’m turning Brompty into an uber light touring machine and keeping her as simple as I can for quick hops on public transportation should the need arise to B-line it somewhere warm. My budget is ten bucks a day with enough silver left over for a one way ticket somewhere warm, anywhere as long as it has blue water and a chance of finding work.