I just remembered meeting this fellow last weekend, at the
motel in Lockport, New York. We were
gathering up to go to the show, and several doors down this fellow was getting
his gear ready for another day in the rain.
He wore a green reflective T-shirt, like our road guys wear
to alert traffic, and was fastening plastic bags over his saddle bags. I saw some writing on the shirt and walked
down to see if he was part of an organized event.
No, he was riding alone.
He left Rochester the previous day.
He was going to California.
“Are your riding for someone?”
“No, for myself.”
It’s sixty miles from Rochester to Lockport. Another twenty six hundred miles to San
Francisco. That’s where I’d go. I’m sure he’s in Indiana now.
all on his own...wow
ReplyDeleteI think it is adventurous to travel that far in a car. A bike - wow I wonder if he will need to fix it before he gets there? I heard of guy last year riding a horse across the country.
ReplyDeleteTop effort if he makes it to San Francisco :-).
ReplyDeleteI love the fact that he is doing it for himself. I hope he makes his destination and that he has a wonderful time doing it.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to hear of someone setting off on such a big adventure, by themself and for themself. I hope he has an amazing time on his journey.
ReplyDeleteHe's riding across the country? I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteI can barely get around the block on my bike and I haven't ridden at all since the air got cold.
Hi Joanne,
ReplyDeleteI admire that man. It's all I can do to ride my bike two miles. I can;t imagine pumping uphill, much less across country. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
That's quite a trip to make solo. Good on him.
ReplyDeleteI used to dream about riding my bike from our house near Toronto up to our summer cottage, about a two hour ride by car. I never did it and am fairly confident I could not do it now. So bravo for him. Such admirable guts.
ReplyDeleteI applaud fulfilling personal goals. Such things don't always need to be attached to something else to give them significance.
ReplyDeleteI graduated from college at the age of 46 as an English Major--a running joke on Prairie Home Companion. I don't care though. I achieved my long-time dream and that's what I intended.
There are all kinds of courage. He has it!
ReplyDeleteI remember a birthday party I attended when I was 11. It was a bike riding party. We rode our bikes 10 miles with the birthday girls mom following in her car ready to load up bicycles and riders if need be. We all made it and were then delivered home with our bikes. It was fun and I didn't even get sore muscles from the ride. But, I was 11. I can no longer balance well on two wheels and have a tricycle. I used to ride it around the park with my little dog Emmy in the basket. She loved it, sitting serenely on her pillow, watching the scenery go by. Since she is gone, I mainly use the golf cart.
ReplyDeleteAn admirable man.
ReplyDelete....he'll have enough material to write a book when he's done cycling!
ReplyDeleteI admire his spirit and I hope he makes it!