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It all started with me moving to the reasonably cycle-friendly city of Milton Keynes. Then it was riding to and from work now and again. Then it was commuting by bike every day. And then I would read about cyclists on multi-day, multi-month cycle tours across Europe or the United States. And it would make me think: I want to give that a go … but in a bite-sized chunk first.
I made a trip to Colorado recently to escape the Midwest heat and humidity, spending time north of Fort Collins camping, mountain biking, and hiking. I also decided to do an S24O bikepacking overnight while I was out there.
What did I want for Father's day? Only two things (clearly, this dad is a selfish and demanding and specific kind of guy): Ride my bike, always a given; and go camping. The ten- and eight-year-old sons had been hearing since March that camping at least one night per month April through October was a goal for the year. Between spring 2013’s refusal to let go of less desirable elements and the boys’ participation in the Great American Pastime, we hadn’t so much as driven a single tent stake. This weekend, however, would not get away.
On one particularly warm and sunny Oakland morning, we gathered up a group of six friends and to strike off across the Golden Gate Bridge toward Bolinas. We met at Awaken Cafe in downtown Oakland to fuel up our caffeine-powered pedaling machines, and hopped aboard BART for San Francisco. We disembarked at Embarcadero Station, and navigated through hordes of rather confused-looking Giants fans off to a Saturday baseball game before finally getting on the road and heading toward the Golden Gate Bridge.
As a bicyclist, I feel it is my duty to spread the word about the benefits and cost savings of riding a bicycle. As an African American, I want to show a more diverse view of bicycling than the one I currently see. The title for this ride came to me long before I started it, and for weeks the details unfolded before me, creating the template of how I would achieve it. I am riding my single speed road bike from my home in the suburbs all the way into downtown St. Louis using only pedal power. Although the destination is important, I want to highlight the journey to show that safe transport by bicycle can take place on the streets shared by automobile traffic.
Last month I had a great trip to Brushy Mountain Tunnel on the Silver Comet Trail. The tunnel is about 800 feet long, going through the mountain.
I am worried about falling asleep close to the large truck parked next to my sleeping bag. Usually I don’t close my eyes and lay my head next to vehicle tires, because of vivid stories I've heard about sleepy pets getting squashed beneath the tread. Four hours of pedaling in 90-degree summer heat from Boise to Parma, Idaho, followed by several mugs of wine, has turned a double feature into barely a single feature. My eyelids grow heavy. I fear I’m making the same mistake as Shirley, the dead family pet.