Cage Rattling

I like to rattle peoples' cages. I like to jar them into thinking differently, maybe encourage them to consider a different context (even if incorrect), and get people to question their assumptions and their own assertions.

I like when people can provide a well-formed, cage-rattling perspective for me. It's rare that it happens, but it is often the simplest thing.

I like to ride bicycles. I love to ride bicycles. I love all things bicycle. It's an illness, an addiction, an obsession, and one my passions. I wanted to randonneur and I was going to start a blog about one mediocre cyclist's journey to the BMB and PBP. More on that in a later post.

My first brevet was to be on 30 March 2008.  I have been trying to get my base mileage up to a point where I could comfortably start my brevet series. I have been scrambling to get my bicycle, my randonneuring platform, to the point where I could trust it to take me hundreds and thousands of miles. In order to be a randonneur, I need to go join the elite ranks of randonneurs and anciens.

But in a soul-searing moment this weekend, that dream was blown away. It was replaced by something so much simpler and so obvious, that I could not have ever imagined it on my own. My best friend Rose pointed out to me that I should just skip the organized rides. She cited that I am more of a solo rider anyway, which is true. Why not just ride on my own, map it via GPS, and post my adventures in a blog? Duh! So here it is. Here is my journey.

Your friends, true friends, know you best.  I hope you will follow along and enjoy the ride with me.