The hardest part is getting out the door.
No matter how much time I have it’s always a rush to pack and get ready for a trip. The longer the trip, the more arduous the process.
It’s amazing because I think that extracting myself from the day-to-day is something many all of us do to some extent when we get out on the bike, or really do anything to commune with nature, zone out, or blow off some steam. So you’d think stuffing a bike into a well-worn cardboard box would be a pretty easy task considering how many times I’ve done it before. But no, it’s always a mess, and it always takes longer than I think it should, and I always save it for last. This actually my first trip with my RSL even though my thoroughly vetted and TSA approved box has seen and survived several adventures.
In many ways packing is like making a change I know I need to make in other parts of my life. It’s where the idealistic and theoretical turn into real action, and for 2015 that means a month long trip to California to get some mileage in. And to escape the cold. And to have fish tacos (those are in no particular order).
Well, as you can tell from the surfboard I made it. So what’s next?
Riding. Fish tacos. See previous paragraph. But after that it’s likely going to be a run at mountain bike marathon nationals, then reassessing this whole moving to the West Coast routine.
I’m always in a better mood once I arrive at my destination.
And the bike certainly looks better out of the box.