Objects in the rearview mirror are closer than they appear/ Meat Loaf
I can only surmise from these lyrics that Meatloaf has never ridden a bicycle. Those lyrics and the fact the man weighs nearly a metric ton. “Life is just a drive through, and the soul is just that little clown face with a speaker that you talk into to order fried stuff”, might be more accurate in his case. I am always looking for that epic bike ride, but wonder in the end if I could pull it off. Would my suffering take away from whatever new and beautiful area I was attempting to explore? Would the ever present screaming of Social Distortion from my I-pod drown out the very solace of nature that I went seeking in the first place? The simple answer is; I don’t know. I don’t have two months off to trek across Africa and find out. Hell I couldn’t find two days to chart out “Tour de Apache Junction” if someone put a gun to my head. Yet still I persist. Is there less joy in grinding out the same 12 miles on the mountain bike when you get a chance to ride? Rolling the same 40+ mile group ride on the weekends? Pounding out the same 8 miles to and from work day in and day out? Ok that one there is some drudgery to but i digress. I took some time to read this blog about a couple traveling across the country on bikes.
Departing June 9, Ryan Gilhuly and Dwight Smith will embark on a journey , attempting to pedal from the Atlantic Coast, New Haven, CT to the Pacific Coast, Santa Barbara, CA with no amenities, hoping for anything the west has to offer and to raise awareness and donations for the Connecticut Burns Care Foundation's Arthur C. Luf Children's Burn Camp.Epic.