Anxiety before any of my trips is the worst part of the trip. Two people inside my head, one is asking “What the hell are you doing”, the other says “Get packed, get on the plane and the hit the road.”. Once those bicycle wheels are rolling I am in the groove, out of my comfort zone but loving the adventure. At 73 I thought I might being pushing it a bit but a couple though Warmshowers.com (bikers helping bikers world wide) stayed at my house. He was seventy-six and she seventy-three! Everything still works so let’s go, the trips are lined up.
