As far as I’m concerned, bicycles are magic. Biking across the USA that summer with the Illini 4000 was my first experience of that.
Simply, the way you experience a place on a bike is something special –
You feel the undulations of the terrain in your legs and the wind in your face.
You’re confronted by all the smells – both good and bad.
You hear the songs of the birds, the bugs, the breeze.
You see it all – slowly enough to take it in, but quickly enough that there’s always something new to look at.
You earn the destination, even if it’s the same place you started.
I learned a lot that summer. I learned I was capable of a lot more than I thought, but I was acutely aware that I wouldn’t have figured that out without pushing myself far outside of my comfort zone. I learned the power of a bike ride to ease a worried mind and lower stress. I learned how quickly deep friendships can be forged through the shared experience of a challenging ride.
After the trip, I noticed I rarely told anyone about the perfect-weather day that we soft-pedaled for 75 miles of gradual descent along a river. But the days of ripping headwinds, endless climbs, getting lost, and brutal hailstorms – those are the ones I remember most fondly, and the ones which I am sure resulted in the most “character building”.