It is cold.
Nasty, bitter, damp cold that just creeps into your bones, where it lingers longer than a bad memory. The skies are dreary and sullen, and the threat of rain later today goes hand in hand with icy bridges and misery once the sun sets tonight.
It isn’t weather to inspire great industry if it involves anything outdoors. As a matter of fact, it just doesn’t inspire great industry of any kind. It’s much more conducive to snuggling down for a nap!
But we have brake pads and a tow hitch waiting to be put on the van, and a new set of handlebars for my bicycle…and they do need done. We still have some finagling to get the bike rack to fit onto GM’s bike too, as standard mounting does not work on a dual suspension bike.
And through this miserable weather this past week, I have embarked upon a potentially impossible mission. To convince GM that it is a good idea to plan a cross country bicycle expedition to visit all 48 of the lower states. With camping gear. Oh, and don’t forget…trailers to carry our aging dogs who cannot possibly run alongside a bicycle all day without killing them.
At the same time, thinking about being on a bike and camping somewhere and having to start out on a cold morning like this…is a bit daunting. Riding in cold, rainy weather has to rank as one of the more miserable ways to spend a day and night, and when it continues for days, well…I’m afraid we’d both be very cranky, depressed, damp, and cold.
And without a doubt, our bikes would need to be replaced. Our discount store made-in-China, dual suspension bikes are just not good candidates to put on a few thousand miles with, as the likelihood of their breaking down is extremely high. We would need to acquire a better bicycle, and it would be much better if we are actually fitted for bicycles at a bike shop.
I’ll admit, the idea is a bit nuts. But…it would be the least expensive way to tour the USA, wouldn’t it? Except for the time factor. That might be a bit long compared to a vehicle trip.
So, I continue to play with the idea and GM plays devils advocate. At this point, traveling ten miles a day is a vast distance on the bike.
The whole idea is not born so much by the desire to pedal myself into the sunset as it is by the desire to see and experience things, and the reality is that gas is expensive. It’s also not likely to get any cheaper.
At the same time, we’re not going to get any younger or more fit. Time has this knack of leaving its impression upon our bones, upon our joints, and even upon our hair as I begin to go entirely…platinum.
There are days when I question the relationship between the “platinum” in my hair to the ratio of pain, and its multiplied by a factor of weather.
We’re a long ways from both the Arctic and Canada…if they had to share, why do they do it in the WINTER??? We could use the relief in like, July or August!