13th July 2019 I’ll be down in Cornwall eating a pasty next to a fully loaded bike. On that Saturday morning rain or shine I will be ready to head north.
Two weeks of my valuable annual leave will be devoted to this. It’s not going to be two weeks on a beach sipping Pina Coladas. It’s going to be two weeks spent on a saddle, two weeks sleeping in a survival bag in the woods and two weeks of unbelievable growth.
I can’t wait for the struggle. A lot of it is going to be Type 2 fun, the type of fun that’s miserable while it’s happening, but unbelievably fun in retrospect. It usually begins with the best intentions, and then things get carried away. It’s riding your bike across a country.
It’s an odd thing this. You may not understand why I love going off on a bike for a solo journey into the unknow, but Les Brown knows, and he explains it so poetically…
“I do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be uncommon — if I can. I seek opportunity — not security. I do not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having the state look after me. I want to take the calculated risk; to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed. I refuse to barter incentive for a dole. I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence; the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopia. I will not trade freedom for beneficence nor my dignity for a handout. I will never cower before any master nor bend to any threat. It is my heritage to stand erect, proud and unafraid; to think and act for myself, enjoy the benefit of my creations, and to face the world boldly and say, this I have done.”
All aboard ladies and gentlemen, the train departs 13th July at 7am and you won’t want to miss this journey!
Yours in cycling,