My bike is tuned, my gear is packed and I have the torn off corner of a California map that I hope will guide me out of the urban sprawl that is Los Angeles. I had initially planned on leaving on the 7th, but things don’t always work out as planned. While I spent the winter out in Los Angeles, I had a few last minute things to do in NY before setting out, so I jumped a flight back. While I finished everything I needed to in NY, I really didn’t want to get off the plane back in LA on the 6th and start pedaling the following morning. I’m flexible.
The flight back from NY made me a bit nervous as Nebraska, Kansas and Colorado were completely blanketed in snow. I am planning to ride further south, but weather in the southwest this time of year can be a crapshoot.
On the flight back to LA, my back wasn’t feeling 100%. I traveled the globe for two and a half years participating in any and every adventure sport or activity I could find (especially the ones that insurance companies frown upon) without incident, but back in September I added to the collection of herniated disks in my spine in the comparatively tame games of tennis and golf. I would rather collect stamps or refrigerator magnets than herniated disks, but I guess I don’t have a choice at this point. People that are 80 can play tennis and golf without incident, but as usual I had to take it over the top. I fidgeted through the 6-hour flight while thinking of the near 60 days I would spend hunched over my bike.