When I read your posts I'm usually left thinking what a well-rounded and interesting person he would be to meet.
I'm not so sure that people who know me in the real world would quite agree with that assessment!
I do think, though, that this trip has definitely rounded off some of my rougher edges.
Since I'm crap at accepting compliments I'm forcing myself to say Thank You.
From time to time I think about how wonderful it must be to travel the world, or just a small part, by bike. I could never have done it but sometimes wish I had been able to.
I'm going to tease out the word "never". I'm not trying to be disrespectful but "never" is the kind of word that can stop us in our tracks - without ever asking why.
If someone came on these fora and commented that they wanted to cycle 100 miles, were unfit, overweight and didn't even have a bike but thought they could never do it, I think most regulars would disagree.
No-one would suggest buying the first bike that came along and heading off on a century cycle.
Most would suggest starting small in bite size pieces, building confidence, fitness and stamina.
There'd be arguments about what bike they should and how much to spend, of course, but the general thrust would be to get out there, give it a go, expect it to be tough at times but there's no reason that they can't make it. Lots of others have.
If that poster took the advice and started small there's a strong possibility that other things will start to happen about the same time.
Maybe that slice of cake will be had after a cycle rather than in front of the TV. Or even replaced with a banana! Maybe that late night watching reruns on Dave with a few beers will be ditched to get a morning cycle in. Maybe spending more time in the fresh air and sunlight will lift the spirits.
These are all things that we know can happen because we already ride bikes but are yet to be discovered by the person who thinks "never".
To put it more eloquently netman posted this on the chat thread
"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans. That the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves, too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred." William H Murray
Committing to something is very different to wanting something and the act of committing opens up doors that we never even knew existed.
"Never" can cover lots of things from confidence to ability to circumstances to finances to obligations and lots more.
Like the poster who wants to cycle 100 miles the chances increase when they put "never" out of their mind and replace it with "how?"
If I'm unfortunate enough to become single I'd probably spend spring and summer travelling Europe.
I'm single but wasn't always and the idea that a wife or girlfriend would deny themselves something because of me appalls me. I may not want to do what they want to do but I'd hope I'd do everything in my power to help them along. (I know nothing of your personal circumstances so apologies if I'm stamping on toes).
I was that overweight, unfit poster without a bike. I was one of those people who thought "never".
I'm about to cycle over the Equator (once I can leave the most fabulous German campsite in Ecuador!).
I've cycled from Atlantic to Pacific (a personal thrill) and back again.
I've ridden one of the most dangerous roads in Mexico and the same in Colombia.
I'm learning a new language - for a non linguist like me it's incredibly satisfying.
I've seen some of my musical heroes live.
And I've met some of the most wonderful people.
For balance, I've wrecked two wheels, flipped over the bars once, been mugged twice (once at gunpoint), been bitten by a dog and a tick, caught in a storm in the Appalachians, and lost on a Colombian mountain.
This trip may well be the dumbest thing I've ever done (in a long list of dumb things) but it sure doesn't feel like it.
A man died a few weeks ago. A former competitor of mine but was always kind to me as a foreigner in his country. We helped each other out when we could. He had about 20 years on me and I used to look at him and wonder if that was where I would be in 20 years. He retired after a long, hard, working life just as the Pandemic hit. Then he became ill and died just as the world is starting to open up. I've thought of him every day since and thank my lucky stars that I didn't postpone this dream of mine.
My own father died at the age of 49. I'm quite sure that fact has been a big influence too.
Oh, if you do want to meet up I'll be wandering around Spain from the end of the month!
You can find out for yourself just how uninteresting I am!
The first bottle of vino tinto is on you!
Apologies for the long post. I tend to be a tad evangelical