About a month ago, I was having coffee with my friend,
Trout. On my way home I stopped at the University
Book Store (mainly to use the bathroom - now I understand why I have to pee so
much - the cyst puts pressure on the bladder). On the sale table in the front
of the store they were having a winter sale - 90% off selected sale books. Some of you may know, I have a book fetish,
addiction, call it what you may. I am trying to get rid of books and only
borrow from the library and not buy any more. I have 4 bookcases filled with books
and stacks of books by the bed and on what is supposed to be my shoe shelf. It
really is out of control. I looked through the sale books anyway and came upon
one called, "Over the Hills; A Midlife Escape
Across America by Bicycle", by David Lamb. There was a picture of a guy in bike gear
with his bike standing by the Continental Divide. It was on sale for 99 cents.
I bought it thinking about how much Trout would love it, since he is a
bicycling guy. After that I continued up to the KUOW studios where I was
volunteering that afternoon for the pledge drive.
As
with all pledge drives, there is down time. If you have a really lively table,
you never need to bring your book out, but my table was not so lively and I
started reading Trout's book. Mr. Lamb
is a journalist and when he was 53 he was having a bit of a mid-life crisis, so
he decided to get on a bike and ride across the United States. I could not put
the book down. It reminded me that one of the things that I thought I'd do
"someday", ever since I was about 18, was to ride my bike across the
country. As I read this book I began to think that I might still be able to do
it, and that I wasn't getting any younger, and that if I was going to do it, I
should do it soon.
Now
that the thought was in my head, I couldn't shake it. I got on Google Maps and
started looking at possible routes. I got on Craig's List and looked at bikes.
I got on Couchsurfing.com and signed up, which I had been meaning to do anyway.
Once I signed up with couchsurfing, I started looking at possible stops on
possible routes to see what was available. I was pleased at the variety of choice.
This
idea grew hourly. I could visit so many friends along the way. I could meet so
many people along the way. I could take pictures and blog about it. I could go
as slow or as fast as I wanted to, because my purpose wouldn't be to set any
records, but to enjoy the journey.
The
purpose of the Journey. I thought about this for weeks, I started talking to a
few people about it. First I told my boss, Robert, that I was thinking about
this. He thought it was a great idea. "Of course I need to get a
bike." I said. Robert replied. "We have 2 in the basement that we
never use. You can have Patrick's - you're about the same height, it should fit
you."
I
checked with Patrick to see if it was OK with him that Robert was offering me
his bike. It was. He hadn't be on it in six years, I could have it. The beginnings
of change are taking shape!
Trout
picked the bike up for me and took it to his basement where he could work on
giving it a tune up. First thing we did was get the tires pumped up. Then we
put it on his indoor roller rider thingy and I got on it to check seat height
and comfort. First glitch in the plan. My left knee cannot make the full
rotation unless the seat is too high for me to get on or off comfortably. My
knee has definitely stiffened up over the years, but I didn't realize how much.
I could pedal, but every time the knee came to the upright and flexed position,
I had to shift my hip up to accommodate the strain in it.
Solutions? I'm doing exercise to try and get back some more motion, and,
I'm going to see if I can get smaller pedal cranks - I only need about 5 more
centimeters. Somehow, I will make this work.
Go Trixie! You can do it! -sp
ReplyDeletethx CB!
DeleteGo Trix! You can do it!! (Please bring me back a gift from Vermont when you bike to Scotty's B&B).
ReplyDeleteSee there Alan - I had forgotten that I could go to Vermont. Do you want a teddy bear or a Scotty original?
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