I have good news everybody. The presidential election is coming up, and whoever wins is probably gonna cure Covid-19, because that’s what presidents do. Am I right?!?!
No. Sadly no. I’m not. And despite the world careening down the Highway to Hell in a car with three wheels and no A/C, it looks like we’re gonna need to get ready for a few more months of, let’s call it, “limited mobility.” You can ride your bike. You can ride your bike far. You just can’t ride your bike far away, unless you’re comfortable getting in a massive flying lipstick tube with all the other hearty souls who want to “get away from it all.”
A little double entendre there. Thank you very much.
I had plans to be in Wales in August, visiting my family deep in the dark hills where gravel paths snake away up hidden valleys criss-crossed with babbling brooks amid the steady of bleat of the sheep population. The roads are all one lane there, and the forests are all straight up Gnarnia.
People wax on and on about France and Italy. Sure. Those are nice places. Each offers a few spots you might want to point your front wheel and take a stroke or two at the pedals. Fair enough.
And ok, fine. The food is probably better, but I think you should get your priorities straight. This isn’t about the food! Or coffee.
And I had work travel planned. To see my friends in Colorado, sell them stuff, and ride mountain bikes up where there’s not enough air for an East Coast dirt bag like me. Also the Pacific Northwest, where I have customers and also friends who will take me places that look like Wales but have dangerous wild animals in them.
In case it wasn’t entirely obvious, this week’s TCIF is wondering, when we can travel again without taking our lives, and the lives of our grandparents, in our hands, where would you most like to go ride your bike?