This is premeditated. Please don't get the wrong impression of me.
This all started as a half-joke.
"What's on your Bucket List?" I asked. Someone had brought up that Jack Nicholson movie. You know, the one he made with his career at the very bottom of its arc. It's novelty, in a way, and my sense of humor is largely based on novelties. I find stupid shit amusing, but others often do not, and my wit can be lost on them.
Get married, have kids, blah blah blah. Sure, I want to do those things, too, preferably in that order. But what do you really want to do in your life? I've brooded about this plenty of times, but I finally let it out: one summer, I want to ride the same route that the professional cyclists ride during Le Tour de France. The course changes each year, so whatever route they would ride in a given year, I'd ride the same. Not at the same time, of course. I'm a pretty fit guy, but I know full well my physical limitations. I want to enjoy myself. I want to ride it after they do, and give myself more time than they have; say, a full month or more.
This got laughs. Hell, I even laughed myself. I meant it, though. This is the only damned thing I want to do before I die. There will be other things that pop up, most likely, but right now, at this point in my life, this is it.
Thus, a blog. The same topic came up again over dinner and drinks with some friends. Plenty of drinks, I might add. "Start a blog!" Aww jeez. I was hooked. By writing about my dream, I was told and I agreed, I'd turn it into a goal. As the calendar turns and each day passes, I'll mark my progress and [hopefully] gain some support.
Already, I've added more to the plan. By riding Le Tour (!) after the pros, the real riders, handle the course, I'll get a feel for what life is really like in the towns they go through. If I try this before Le Tour, the people will be gearing up for the race and it will be Tour Madness. During the race would be overload. Plus, I wouldn't be alone. Tour enthusiasts ride along with the pros each year, though far more casually. In essence, France is a giant tourist trap. Have you ever been to Washington, D.C., well, ever? I picture it like that. Kitschy [cheap] tour gear everywhere, packed hostels and inns, a traveling party. I don't want that. I want the everyday France. I'm sure that I'm dreaming [again]. Whatever! I won't ever know if I don't experience it for myself.
So follow along with me. I'll try to post as often as possible. I like to write , so that should help matters. I also have a wandering mind. I won't write solely about my dream [goal?] for a year. I love to run, cook, read, rock out, and do other very common things. Clearly in my own awesome way, though, you know?
This all started as a half-joke.
"What's on your Bucket List?" I asked. Someone had brought up that Jack Nicholson movie. You know, the one he made with his career at the very bottom of its arc. It's novelty, in a way, and my sense of humor is largely based on novelties. I find stupid shit amusing, but others often do not, and my wit can be lost on them.
Get married, have kids, blah blah blah. Sure, I want to do those things, too, preferably in that order. But what do you really want to do in your life? I've brooded about this plenty of times, but I finally let it out: one summer, I want to ride the same route that the professional cyclists ride during Le Tour de France. The course changes each year, so whatever route they would ride in a given year, I'd ride the same. Not at the same time, of course. I'm a pretty fit guy, but I know full well my physical limitations. I want to enjoy myself. I want to ride it after they do, and give myself more time than they have; say, a full month or more.
This got laughs. Hell, I even laughed myself. I meant it, though. This is the only damned thing I want to do before I die. There will be other things that pop up, most likely, but right now, at this point in my life, this is it.
Thus, a blog. The same topic came up again over dinner and drinks with some friends. Plenty of drinks, I might add. "Start a blog!" Aww jeez. I was hooked. By writing about my dream, I was told and I agreed, I'd turn it into a goal. As the calendar turns and each day passes, I'll mark my progress and [hopefully] gain some support.
Already, I've added more to the plan. By riding Le Tour (!) after the pros, the real riders, handle the course, I'll get a feel for what life is really like in the towns they go through. If I try this before Le Tour, the people will be gearing up for the race and it will be Tour Madness. During the race would be overload. Plus, I wouldn't be alone. Tour enthusiasts ride along with the pros each year, though far more casually. In essence, France is a giant tourist trap. Have you ever been to Washington, D.C., well, ever? I picture it like that. Kitschy [cheap] tour gear everywhere, packed hostels and inns, a traveling party. I don't want that. I want the everyday France. I'm sure that I'm dreaming [again]. Whatever! I won't ever know if I don't experience it for myself.
So follow along with me. I'll try to post as often as possible. I like to write , so that should help matters. I also have a wandering mind. I won't write solely about my dream [goal?] for a year. I love to run, cook, read, rock out, and do other very common things. Clearly in my own awesome way, though, you know?
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