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If I could cross here, I had 20 miles to go. But if I couldn’t, I’d have to backtrack 11 miles just to get to the next river crossing — not to mention the climb back up the steep, winding hill I had just descended.
Read MoreConstruction signs tend not to apply to bicycles, I thought smugly, and approached the cluster of guys in fluorescent vests.
Read MoreThere’s a powerful letting go when you watch your hair fall away from your scalp and fall to the ground in big tufts.
Read MoreThis is the reality of my existence: I can decide to ride my bike across the country — no problem! how do we get this done? — but picking out a tank top to wear to the grocery store takes 45 minutes on a good day.
Read MoreIt’s been nine years since I’ve owned a car. In that time, I’ve hitched rides with friends and strangers and taken the bus. But I’ve mostly ridden a bike.
Read MoreThe first time I traveled alone was when I was 20. I had a volunteer gig teaching English in Slovakia and Hungary for three weeks each, and I decided to take a couple weeks before that to bounce around Western Europe.
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