It hasn't quite hit me yet. Where I am going or what I will be doing... In fact, other than the bike race, I have no idea what is in store for me. I think I like it that way!
Sitting here, in the Denver Airport, I finally have a moment to think about this. Welcoming the Unknown. Leaving day-to-day life behind. I traveled a lot in my past, whether for business trips, or personal road trips. I couldn't sit still then. But ever since I fell in love with my bicycle, I haven't left my little community, traveling no farther than my bicycle could carry me. A week ago, I packed up my bicycle.
Adriene's bicycle actually. I decided to take a real road racing machine! Broke it down to its smallest form. Wheels, pedals, brakes, handle bars, front fork, derailleur,... Uhhhhhh. I hope I can put this pretzel back together! I meet back up with the bicycle on Wednesday in Juneau.
Until then, I will take it all in. What ever "it" is. Right now, that would be the unique culture of Denver's airport. It's not like downtown fort collins. People don't smile back, however they do sit around staring at each other. I try to play a guessing game to figure out where they are traveling to based on what kind of clothing they are wearing. You can always pick out those silly Californians. They fly in flip-flops, even to Alaska!
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