copy+pasted+oops from long distance, i newbed it.
Self brag about my first long distance ride:
So, to start this off, you should first know that I love riding, and I really love riding, but I'm not really a bike enthusiast, I just simply can't afford to get into the sport. See I ride a POS wal-mart schwinn varsity that I only paid 100 for new. I've had it for about a year and a half now, and its the perfect beginners bike, hands down. Perfect, because you can train easily on its 25+ lb frame, and because I now know how to fix anything on my bike, because at 1500 miles, every oem part has passed away, save for the frame and fork.
Alright, second detail to note: as of this past September, I have been without a car, and have been riding Jamie (my schwinn) all about South Florida as my sole source of transportation.
Third important fact: evicted on Dec. 1st, 2009
So, I did what any other 21 year old kid would do when he finds himself homeless:
I packed a bag, bought a crappy schwinn rear rack, threw some stuff in a backpack, and rode to the beach. Then I rode north, and kept riding I guess until I found myself here:
I had a blast, it was an incredible adventure. No, I didnt bring any money, no, I didnt really bring food, no, I didnt have places to sleep, yes, that all made it so much better.
so the stats areeee:
-7 days-120mi max in one day
-60mi min in one day
-went by myself
-used self timer on my phone's camera
-brought 20 bucks, spent instantaneously on food/tubes
-Lost 5 pounds
-did not train at all
-got 8 flats
-was almost murdered in Georgia
-four loko was a bad choice
-beautiful weather all the way up, temp never dropped below 55 at night.
-developed temporary tendonitis in my knees (raising my seat solved the issue, duh)
-met awesome random people
-I gathered plenty of material to write about, which is fortunate for my aspirations as a corny writer (eng major).
I wish others would take the initiative to deviate from the routine, for just one week at least, and abscond into the uncharted territories of life.
Waterford RST-22, Bob Jackson World Tour, Ritchey Breakaway Cross, Gunnar Crosshairs, De Bernardi SL
Very cool and impressive. It's great to do stuff like that while you are young. I spent 2 months hiking the Long Trail in Vermont when I was about your age, and always wanted to hike the entire Appalachian Trail but couldn't afford it when I had the time.
I recognize the photo of the Savannah River bridge. I rode my first bike tour while living in Savannah and have many fond memories of living there.
How did you eat for 7 days with no money? Where did you sleep at night?
uh, I'm in the process of editing my journal, and now that I'm back in school, working, and riding 24/7 i havent been able to get much done in it, here's an excerpt:
Day 6 (unedited)
I awoke from dreams of accomplishment, and put my clothes on with purpose. I ate a bowl of cereal, alone, grinning in anticipation for the day's victory. I buckled my backpack, as if securing my armor, and mounted my shining steed, prepared for battle. Unbeknownst to Georgia, I was 8 miles away, ready to invade, or rather, liberate.
This cool, crisp morning would hold my escape, and leaving the breath-taking beaches and A1A behind, i took US 17 five miles north, then boldly rode my bicycle onto the entrance ramp of I 95, bustling with six lanes of mid-day highway traffic.
Two miles down and one left, i could see the sign; bright blue, not gleaming, but standing plainly, patiently waiting for me to grace it with a touch of life. I slackened my pace to appreciate the moment, and briefly surveyed the swampy St. Mary's river.
A footbal field away, this bridge would end, and with it, my feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. This wasn't a coming of age experience, or a mid life crisis, no, this was a profound adventure. From day one I had been in Neverland, and the time had come to slay captain hook. I looked down at the road as my legs began to pedal harder, and realized that every foot traveled was an internal issue confronted, and with each foot conquered, I felt more alive than the last. looking up at the approaching sign, I took note of the ray charles reference "were glad georgias on your mind", and I thought, yes georgia, youre on my mind, not as a monument or a destination, but a stepping stone in discovering myself and the world through a different perspective.
I rode up to the sign, dismounted, took a picture and a breath of accomplishment, and jumped back onto 95, taking the first exit towards a bike shop in st. marys. I didnt consider turning around at that point at all, the day was young and south carolina was on the horizon. I wasnt running, i was searching. for what, I had no clue, but i knew that whatever it was would be found some place in the duration of this journey.
and yeah, savannah bridge was a tricky one, ironically the most treacherous point of the journey, and all i had to do was cross it to the finish line...I guess a 100 yards further to the first SC t1tty bar