But for me, my trip had developed its own center of gravity. It was pulling me in its wake rather than me attempting to push it along.
I have failed so many times trying to conjure the words that properly capture the meaning of this quote. Sometimes it feels like a totally acceptable loss of control.
Aside from the existential lure, this is an inspiring story that should make the hairs on the back of your neck tingle a bit. You don’t come back from a 2-year (18,500 miles!) bike trip the same person. Not even a little bit. Worth a read: How a Tour Changed One Man’s Life and Career