In the summer of 1980 I was on active duty, working nights, and was working part time in a bicycle shop. Three guys from Holland stopped while I was working, looking for a place to camp. We let them set up their tent in our yard.
I was already scheduled for 15 days leave and we were going camping. After talking with them over dinner, they found out how much we were already riding, looked at our bikes, and invited us to join them. So two mornings later, we were cycling out of Beaufort headed south.
Cycling long distance puts you in a different world than traveling by car. This picture was taken as I was changing a flat sometime the second or third day out, in the heat of the afternoon. We carried our water, food, tools, parts and equipment. If you didn’t have it, you better not need it.
It was a great trip, and we still bicycle.
A bicycle does get you there and more…. And there is always the thin edge of danger to keep you alert and comfortably apprehensive. Dogs become dogs again and snap at your raincoat; potholes become personal. And getting there is all the fun.
–Bill Emerson, “On Bicycling,” Saturday Evening Post, 29 July 1967