For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
Robert Louis Stevenson
the first day we rode 469 miles from Oakland Ca.
to Bandon Or. Ive ridden a bike further in one day
but it had shocks and a real seat. It was no joke.
Made the second leg to Portland seem like a quick stroll.
We had a blast.