Hey all, I've been thinking back to exactly a year ago to when I was about to embark on my first extended bike tour. I remember the fly-off-your-handle excitement, can't-sit-still anticipation as time seemed to crawl before D-day, gut-clenching anxiety that something would somehow go horribly wrong, a surreal feeling that it was actually coming together and the ongoing concern that I'd somehow lost my mind to be doing what I was about to do. I don't know if I'll ever be able to top that feeling again.
So, in a moment of whimsy, here's a question to you repeat bike tourists: Does it ever come back, that cocktail of emotions before your first tour? Can you ever match that intensity of excitement on your second, third, fourth etc. trips?
How about the tour itself? Do you get the same feeling of giddy discovery and freedom every time?
Or is it different now that you're more world-weary, seasoned cyclists?
Pray tell.
So, in a moment of whimsy, here's a question to you repeat bike tourists: Does it ever come back, that cocktail of emotions before your first tour? Can you ever match that intensity of excitement on your second, third, fourth etc. trips?
How about the tour itself? Do you get the same feeling of giddy discovery and freedom every time?
Or is it different now that you're more world-weary, seasoned cyclists?
Pray tell.