I like to ride bicycle; I’ve done it forever, gone thousands of miles, and have ridden at least a few miles in 11 states (and the Caymen Islands). One eternal life dream is to one day pack up my bike and assorted gear, fly to the west coast, and ride back. I know, it takes tons of planning and practice, but hey, it’s a dream.
Recently I’ve found that a friend from my early years (high school and prior) has a son who’s blogging as he rides from San Francisco to New Jersey. As he tells of his trials and tribulations, he also mentions other riders he encounters and their blogs. So now I’m riding vicariously through three people as they tackle the Sierra Nevada mountains, Utah desserts, and relentless winds. Okay, maybe not the same as actually riding, but its cool to consider how the world has indeed gotten smaller, even if it is still 4500 miles from Pacific to Atlantic via bike.