If You Can Make it There…
Yesterday morning I set off to NYC from snow-dusted Buffalo. Dmitry and his grandfather accompanied me to the train station, and nearly all the way to NYC because the train started moving while they were onboard saying goodbye.
I had only finished packing that morning (what can I say, merino doesn’t go in the dryer) so the first time that I put my two fully-loaded bags onto the bike was outside Penn Station.
If you are a fan of trial by fire, I suggest undertaking your first fully-loaded journey under these conditions: First, start off at the most crowded place you can think of – say, Manhattan, at rush hour, adjacent to Penn Station. Second, add rain so that the streets will be slick and the pedestrians will be even less hesitant to jump directly in front of your speeding bike. Third, do this all in the dark/ cold, so that your winter/rain gear will slightly obstruct your ability to ride. Fourth, profit?
Seriously though, although I had a major adrenaline rush by the time I reached the ferry to take me to Brooklyn, I’m no longer scared of the idea of riding in Bangkok!