About Me

I first began riding as an adult in the 80’s when I was working as a screen printer in Attleboro Massachusetts. The shop also employed a beautiful young woman named Lola. She had completed century rides and had ridden to the tip of Cape Cod and back, an impressive accomplishment that first introduced me to the idea of traveling by bicycle. I agreed to get a bike and begin training so we could do some rides and maybe a bike trip during the 2 weeks the shop closed for vacation. I bought my first adult bike, a Lotus Eclair from Rob Folkes of East Providence Cycles and began riding locally and with the Narragansett Bay Wheelmen.

Lotus Eclair 1984
1984 Lotus Eclair

The first real ride Lola and I took was nearly 35 miles from Alton Bay NH to Alpine Ridge Ski Resort in Guilford NH and back, I was very proud of myself

That ride was a training and test ride for a more ambitious one, a multi day round-trip from Maine to Quebec City, self-contained and camping. How hard could it be?

I don’t remember what I had for a vehicle at the time but some calamity struck right before we were to leave for the drive to Maine. As a backup plan we loaded both bikes and the gear into her pride and joy, a baby blue VW Beetle for the 8 hour ride to West Forks Maine. I remember riding along listening to Little Feat and thinking “life is good” ,guess I should have put that on a t-shirt.

After a day or two in camp we ran the Kennebec Gorge in a 6 man raft, lead by Lola’s friend who was a river guide at the camp we stayed at, then off to Canada. The bike part of the trip itself was only a partial success. We stealth camped and rode along for a few days I can’t remember how long now. Logging truck traffic buzzed us and frazzled nerves so we modified the route short of the destination city and an impromptu detour loop was assembled. I remember the quiet little towns on the detour route being so tranquil and the folks so friendly to two vagabonds on bikes. I believe that is what bicycle touring’s principal appeal is to me,and I was lucky enough to discover it on my first tour. To this day some of the most memorable experiences are those that are off my planned route, just seems to work that way.

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Back in camp I thought Wow! I had completed my first real mini-tour. I didn’t know it at the time but that Lola’s nature of being an all around wonderful and patient soul, had started me on a path that continues to this day some 30+ years later.

I know that week is when my life changed. I don’t remember a time prior to that trip when I wanted to travel and just be on the road heading towards something new, nor can I remember a time since when I haven’t.

If given the opportunity to see her again, I could never in a million years adequately express my thanks for all of the great times and miles I have covered since.  I hope she is still well and riding, and that our paths cross again so that I may at least try.

Once I became a hardcore tourist I adopted the practice of naming my bikes, it seems fitting that they should be named in her honor.

 

Bicycle Touring as a lifestyle