The novelty of cycle touring has been wearing on me for quite some time. The daily packing and movement to a new location has lost its luster. Our bikes, unfit for gravel surfaces due to the composition of my bike frame, our tires, oh, and our dog, force us to stick to the main roads, like …
South america
Mustering every ounce of strength, I clamped my right hand around the back of my seat and with my left on my handlebars, I pulled with all my might. My Achilles felt like they were about to snap and my knee twisted in an awkward position. A barbaric grunt emerged from my belly as I …