Well, somebody didn’t do their research, ahem, to realize starting our tour in Canada meant we’d have to fly with our bicycles...disassembled in boxes. Ugh. I wasn’t quite ready to become a bike mechanic! But that’s what had to happen, and quick. The last two weeks, my girlfriend and I practiced taking apart her bike and putting it together. We also had to find big boxes— this was much more of a pain in the arse than I thought it’d be. But, we found boxes, broke down our bikes and packed ‘em up real nice. Florence, my bike is carefully + thoughtfully wrapped, and I dropped a few other items in there. My house looks like a camping store/bike shop/cardboard factory exploded. We are getting close now! We’ve gotta pack up our other boxes and tape the shit out of all of them. The Monday eve we head to Vancouver and stay at our first warm showers.
Remember how I said I was going to train for this tour? The photo above- is me not training. Instead I bought myself this really fun electric scooter so I could scoot around town. 🤣
This is also me not training. Instead, I read a novel at Asbury Park Beach.
Hi, I'm Reverend J, a queer+ sober wanderer, activist, writer and ordained minister.