In 2018 I rode my bicycle across Western Canada, covering about 2300km. It's been two years and I figured I'd release my journal entries here for anyone interested in what a trip like this does to a person's sanity.
Given that they're real-life jou...
I ended up speaking a little more with the other cyclist and we wished each other luck in the morning. So much for tacit. I ended up seeing him one more time past Grenfell too. He must've taken a wrong turn, or spent some time looking for an open restaurant on Victoria Day. He didn't strike me as the brightest bulb.
But damn, did he ever make up for it in speed when he passed me, waving in recognition. I was hesitant to admit this before to some people, for fear of being mocked or silently judged, but I didn't practise at all for this trip, besides a balance test of a few kilometres to be sure I could ride okay with all the extra weight.
Seeing that Montrealer dart past me really lent merit to proper training. And spandex, or whatever the hell those form-fitting cyclist clothes are. But that's kinda the thing—heisa cyclist. When he goes home, he's gonna identify as a cyclist who hits the trails to pass the time, or measures his RPM for an upcoming race. When I go home, I never wanna ride a bike again.
I stopped in Wolseley around 11:30, feeling somewhat elated by there just being a town by that name. And because a sign leading up to the town boasted thirty flavours of ice cream at a pizza place. But it was closed and the town was boring except for a neat swinging bridge.
I got two Powerades at an Esso before leaving. The sun was killer today, so one's already gone. I think I prefer water, as it doesn't leave that gross stickiness in my mouth, but I'll keep the bottles because it's starting to seem like I didn't bring enough.
I've ended today outside McLean, fewer than 50km from Regina. I would've gladly paid for a motel room here, but there was no vacancy. Bah! You have a pretty damn vacant lawn beside your welcome sign, McLean. That'll do just fine, you shit hole.
Bathroom selfie before the braid goes in. Wokeuplikethis
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Eep! Wolseley!
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IT'S SO SWINGY!
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