My apologies for being away from the blog for so long. There hasn’t been much cycling for me lately, so I haven’t had too much to say. Instead, I’ve been spending the last week or so road tripping around.
There was some excellent hiking in western Virginia, then out to Norfolk, up through Pennsylvania, a night in Rochester, and now, one last weekend in Cleveland. All told… that’s a lot of driving! So much driving!
My shiny, red Trek FX is resting up for some serious miles in her temporary home in Wisconsin while I’m off tooling about. The downside of such is that — excepting some very nice hiking in Virginia — I’m growing a bit restless with all this sitting in a car.
Life has been strange in other regards, with some personal troubles here and there, but all of that just has me more ready to go. I look forward to the mind-clearing opportunities of the upcoming 3,000 mile ride. So much of this summer is a disentangling of the head and reset of many aspects of my life through the intense mental and physical struggle of the trip as well as the beauty of the experience.
At the moment, though, I’m getting to relax, surf the web, and take in some food porn. Several years ago, when I ditched cable television, I was very happy with the decision; I did not really miss anything from cable television, except for one thing. I miss the Food Network. Thanks to my friends here in Lakewood, who are letting me crash with them for the weekend, and who have cable, I’m able to veg out with some food television for a while.
Hopefully, I’ve only 500 miles of driving left ahead of me in the near future as I head back up to Wisconsin this weekend. My car is surely in need of some rest from the road as well. In the last four months, I’ve racked up over 10,000 miles of driving. My legs are getting stiff just thinking about all that time in a car… Whew… Time to go for a stretch.
All goes to plan, I should be able to set out by the summer solstice. We’re almost there…
Whew… so it’s been a long week hauling all of my stuff out of my (now former) residence in Cleveland, OH. It’s been a long month, even, as the packing and sorting process was kicking into high gear as early as the first week of May. Well, here we are. It’s the end of May, and after nearly nine years of residence there, I have moved out of Cleveland.
It’s been a crazy weekend of partying, packing and driving; so I sit here, weary and waxing philosophical (and sipping on some tasty Highland Park 18yo single malt scotch — thanks, Kelly). Now, I’m not gone for good, mind you. I’m sure to be passing through Cleveland on occasion. We’ll meet again, Cleveland. Don’t know where. Don’t know when.
Despite my crazy schedule of packing for the weekend, I made sure to hit up a couple parties so that I had a chance to hang out with my friends in Cleveland one last time before heading out. Two nights in a row of staying out past 2am, followed by a 500 mile drive today makes for an interesting headspace.
And this morning was not lacking for strangeness.
My bed had shipped out yesterday, and so, in a bizarrely empty house (with new and strange echoes that I haven’t heard since I first moved into the place three years ago), I rolled out my sleeping bag for my last night living in Cleveland. After a big brunch and an hour jamming my poor Honda with as much crap as I could fit in there, I was on the road, heading out of Cleveland, and rocking out to some Johnny Cash (American IV), some Leonard Cohen (Essential, Disc 1), and some Warren Zevon (Excitable Boy and My Ride’s Here).
I haven’t listened to American IV is quite some time. It was good to hear it again, and it felt just right for the ride down Interstate 90 out of Cleveland. Johnny Cash’s voice at that point in his career still staggers me. The emotion that rides on that bass-baritone… I can only hope to be able to generate that kind of emotion in my music some day. Listening to Cash reminds me that I should be practicing my guitar more than I am these days. The things I give up to enjoy the open road…
Not that I mind. The adventure ahead is great, and my music will still be there when I’m done. There is (hopefully) much future ahead of me for such things.
Honestly, there are many things I won’t miss about Cleveland. The weather, of course, leaves much to be desired, and it’s hardly the most bicycle-friendly of cities (nor Ohio the most bicycle-friendly of states). Still, there are things I will miss. As much as I’m looking forward to going west, to settling who knows where, I do look upon these last nine years in Cleveland with fond memories of good times and good friendship.
And so, the day is done. I have traveled far, and though the local clock here only reads 10:30, I’ve an extra hour to make up for. Off I go to rest up, and begin planning the next (much bigger) bicycle adventure…