By Virginia Mudd
Think interpreting a ''Cycling significant other Wanted'' advert in a bicycling publication for a cross-America motorbike journey, answering it, and environment off months later with a girl you simply met for a 3,500-mile, 60-day trip from California to Washington, DC. Taken from Virginia's magazine this tells the tale of 2 twenty-nine yr outdated adventurers who satisfy a standard dream. She recollects exhilarating roads and landscapes, tedious miles, peaceable instances, frightening stories, own struggles, amazing encounters with humans, and the unfolding of a trip of a life-time.
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And then, much to my surprise, she suggested that she go with me until we left California. My stomach clenched in a big knot. I had not intended to invite her, but at that moment I didn’t have the courage to say no. Wanting to postpone the inevitable moment of decision, we played around with the idea of her coming, talked about what she would have to do to get ready, what parts she would need for her bike. She was getting excited and part of me thought it would be fun too. That part of our relationship, as well as all that we shared in common, would be enjoyable on such a trip.
What a strange sight we must have been—two girls (Carol and I both looked more 19 than 29) and a middle-aged man wearing a bright orange crash helmet over a baseball cap, all wearing skin-tight black biking shorts, with three heavily-loaded ten-speeds. No doubt he was searching for a logical explanation for our presence on his doorstep. He must have decided we were harmless enough, for after a few long seconds he offered us very elegant sleeping accommodations. At first we declined the use of his brand new luxury RV with two queen-sized beds which he had just brought home from the sales lot that day.
Hurting anyone, people or animals, was not an image I had of myself. I had gone to great lengths in my life to avoid causing people to be angry with me. But there was no way of avoiding it this time. I was so determined and convinced that this trip had a special importance to me that I was willing to accept the consequences. The first member of my family to hear the news was my oldest brother in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I called Harvey to ask him about a route that would take us to visit his part of the country, through the high desert of Arizona and New Mexico.