Seattle to Los Angeles is a little over 1,100 miles. In a car, a beast of a drive. On a bike? OMG!
I’ve seen the blokes (yes, it’s mostly guys) fighting the rain and wind on 101. I know they are doing a long-haul ride due to the panniers flanking the wheels. (Gotta love the pack rats and their low-to-the-ground tow-behinds…). From the comfort of a car, long-distance road biking looks demanding, punishing, and nearly impossible. And yet to stop the world for a few months and pare life down to just the bike and just the road has a certain appeal.
Anya is one of those hearty souls on the shoulder of the road you pass while pushing down hard on the accelerator and hitting 60, or 70. She took a leave from her job in the UK and is doing this crazy thing of riding from Seattle to LA (maybe riding this very moment). But for two days in April she bailed on the high-mileage days and chilled out on the banks of the Smith. Days of rest, maybe, but she was no slouch. “I can chop,” said the traveler as I reached into the fridge for a few dinner items. And chop she did. And cook she did. And eat she did. And drink she did. And clean she did. I can’t be sure where she gets her energy. But just as Anya is packing in the experiences on her ride, she hardly let up at the bnb. There were the blog updates, the skype calls to the hub back in the UK, some shining and polishing of her trusty bicycle and still she had time for hot tubbing and hiking in the redwoods.
Anya claims a fear of bears, of the high hills up ahead, of the trucks that whoosh by and of being conquered by the road instead of the other way around. Well, I just read on Anya’s blog that she made it to San Francisco right on schedule. I think Anya owns the road.