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"I'm done when I'm done"

2010-07-21

I thought a bicycle seat could get uncomfortable after a dozen hours, but my bicycle doesn't have anything on these bus seats I've spent the last 24 hours trying to work out a tolerable position on. I consoled myself by imagining that the original settlers probably had it more rough sitting in wooden carriages for weeks on end as they hoped they wouldn't be robbed or shot full of arrows.

When I get an idea in my head I tend to act on it. However, I've learned to institute a cool-down period. In the back of my mind I knew I was finished riding, but I didn't want to be and hoped my brain was experiencing one of its frequent imbecilities. I stayed in Billings (a seedy sort of town with an abundance of street people) for several unplanned days contemplating the pros and cons of continuing my bicycle trip. I won't bore you with my sordid decision-making process and the manifold points-in-case, but suffice to say another bicycle trip is at an end.

Two months isn't bad. I made it further than last time. As usual I have ended my trip with a massive anti-climax. Perhaps next time I should set goals. But I was always slightly evasive when asked (almost daily) where I was headed. I did plan a route, but I knew that life could intervene at any point, so I always answer the question with, "I'll be done when I'm done."

I found some large boxes and packed up my bicycle and gear. I bought a bus ticket back to Madison and then, afterward, I almost unpacked my bike and hit the road anyway. But eventually my boxes and me made it onto the bus, and at the first, second, third and random subsequent stops I thought about pulling those boxes off the bus and peddling again.

In the span of 24 hours I basically turned the clock back 2 months. Many of the bus stops were locations I had biked through days, weeks and then months earlier. It felt kind of defeating.

And so, alas, I am finished with another trip. But I am already gearing up for my next adventure. And all 8 of you out there who read this blog shouldn't have to wait too long to find out what it is. And at least for the next few weeks maybe I won't wake up in the middle of the night not remembering where I am.

sleeping street people


going home the hard way

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