“Why didn’t you go with them?” Lindsay asked, as we pulled bags of spinach out of a box and tossed them onto the shelf. A group of guys had recently left for a bike trip across the country.
“I don’t know, I think I’d rather go for a bike trip by myself.”
My response surprised me a little too, like when you notice a little detail, a piece of finely painted trim or a flower box hanging from the side of a house you walk by everyday. Something a part of you always saw, acknowledged and seen from a different perspective.
Maybe it was just that particular group of guys that prompted my response. There aren’t too many guys I would want to bike across the country with, but there are definitely a couple, and neither of them were going on this trip.
Another aspect of my response is my style of storytelling. I like to sit down and watch or make a drawing. Most people think that’s boring, or at least would describe my company as such. It’s an old-fashioned, novelistic way of looking at bicycle travel as pioneered by David Byrne; a trip that’s best experienced by oneself.
I’m not planning a trip, yet.