On August 4th, 1999 Joshua Zamrycki was quoted as saying, “Plans rarely end up how they begin”. Not since Bill Gates said, “I think there may be some money in this business” had a greater understatement been uttered. OK, I’ll admit it: I had no idea what I was getting myself into before I set off on my very first “cycling trek” this past summer. Just call me wide-eyed and naive. I had known that I wanted to discover more of the world and have an adventure I wouldn’t forget, so when the idea of this trip first entered my head last spring I immediately logged onto the internet to do some research. I found a few people who had documented their cycling trips so I started to get an idea of how far I could travel in a day, what I should bring with me (and what I shouldn’t), and what to expect more or less. I was on cloud nine imagining myself cycling across some foreign country all by myself, exploring the countryside, meeting new people, having plenty of time for myself, tackling the killer mountains and enjoying the sweeping valleys, spending my nights in a huge empty field alone in my tent, getting some reading done, getting into shape, getting lost and loving it, and just relaxing for a month. My itinerary evolved from a cross-Ireland trek to a San Francisco-Los Angeles route to an Amsterdam-Paris journey to a North Carolina-Florida cycle to an England-Scotland adventure. I eventually settled on the last one and sat down and planned about 30 different bike routes before I finally bought my plane ticket for London. I had never been to any other country in the world besides the US and Spain so I was very excited. I then went out and stocked up on the necessary supplies: a saddlebag for my bike, an air pump and repair kit, the perfect tent, a pretty blue bike helmet, very tight biking shorts, a rain coat, and one of those handy-dandy bike computers that tell you how fast you’re going and how far you’ve gone. I was set and nothing could slow me down. I guess I should have realized my mortality when the airline charged my credit card $8400 for my $84 ticket. Damn technology.
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