Why I Dream of a Cross-Country Bike Ride

Bicycle. Definitly.

Back in the day, I was quite the cyclist. I rode a 10 speed all over Kansas and all over Germany. My idea was find a trail and see where it goes.

One of my greatest physical challenges was to raise money for MS, and what I wanted to do was ride two hundred miles in a single fifteen hour period. I fell short by 43 miles.

I was a late comer to bikes. I didn’t learn to ride one until I was almost ten. I’d always like running. I like bikes even more. I got pretty good at it. Since I’d developed into a good swimmer in the Army, I’d always planned on doing a triathlon.

That never happened.

That didn’t stop me from dreaming and so I’d love to try crossing the country on a bike. Start in Maine, and sticking to the backroads, aim for California.

Where did I get that stupid idea?

A movie no one has ever heard of called American Flyers. Two brothers enter a bicycle race here in Colorado. The movie really spoke to me.

So, maybe when I’m 80, I’ll give it a try.

Why then?

I’ve made a life of doing things that people said are stupid (translation, impossible to achieve).

Why stop now!