Snapshots from the Future, My Past

written 27 Jul 2006 some time after midnight

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There’s an uneasy feeling in the air, crawling over my skin and resting its feet on my goosebumps. I associate it with how I used to feel when going to a keg party in the woods as an underaged punk rocker - never quite sure if it’s going to be a blast or if I’d end up walking away a few teeth less the grin.

I’m about to go on a giant grand adventure in a far away land and all by my lonesome. My disregard for the buddy system, relatively little knowledge about bike repair (as, of course you would know from reading daily, the adventure is of a bicyclic nature), and the vast untame of Oregon and Northern California have given this trip the most risk of any I’ve done to date. More risk = more real, I surmise (and hope).

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    it seems like the biggest risk is trying not to die of alcohol poisoning.

    but anyway, not to ruin the ‘realism’ of this trip but i’ve seen first-hand your thumbing abilities, so if you should brake an axel or get dysentery, you should be able to make your way to a bus station. and you could always hide your bike in the woods against a tree

    - chad | 12:48pm 27 Jul 06

  • Yeah…even if I just end up lagging a bit behind -like if it’s apparent that I’ve got 300 miles left and two days or something - then I’ll try the ultimate of all hitchhiking: getting a ride for me, my stench, and my bike.

    - nathan | 02:25pm 27 Jul 06

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