Have there been points where you guys have been fed up with the trip, or with each other, and wanted to pack it all in?
I’ve had plenty of days where I’ve wanted to quit. Screaming “Fuck this fucking road”, “Fuck you wind”, “Fuckin fuck”, “Fuck you, Avery”, and “Fuck you, Brad” have all come out through my scarf-wrapped face. The roads, the elements, the funds, and my compadres all play into it.
I have learned this: it is all necessary. It is all a part of the experience. The want to quit. The longing for a loved one. Being homesick. They all play into the adventure. The trick is to keep going. Never ever give up. You’re done when the trip is done. Just get up, ride, and watch your ass.
There have been points where I wanted to kick my friends off of their bikes.I’ve had plenty of irrational thoughts go through my head for the dumbest reasons. Riding equals therapy. You learn to see past “quitting.” You learn to let go.
There is no greater test of a friendship than traveling together. Period. We have had multiple big-time arguments, each one only really applying another Band-Aid to an increasingly gaping wound. I still don’t know how it will all come out in the end, but I’m not gonna stop.