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My parents lived in dozens of places. Without trying, I’ve followed their footsteps. Moving a lot is easier when you have less stuff, so I’ve been trying to live with less, for decades. I still have too much, and one day, I want to try moving into a tiny-house.

I’m not at that point yet, but cycling has been a step in the right direction. As this blog shows, a lot of my cycling has involved cycle-camping. When you need to carry all your gear and goodies, you usually carry less gear and goodies.

This mindset also influences the bike I own. I only want to own one. In addition to only wanting one, living in London makes it very expensive to own more than that. A one-bedroom appartmet is about £1,200 a month. That $1,800 USD. That makes it tough to store more than one bike.

The bike I chose needed to be as small as possible and have as many touring features as possible. The bike I chose is a folding touring bike. When people see it, they’re often surprise at my choice. Usually, they say the tires are too small, so surely, it must be uncomfortable and have a tough time with hills. I try to say it works fine and that it has 24 gears. Most are unconvinced, so I try to explain how the bike has worked fine for 2,000 + miles of cycle-camping. Most are still unconvinced, but that’s okay. I ask that they stop by this blog and hopefully enjoy some pictures and stories. I hope you do too.

If you enjoy the stories in this blog, you may also enjoy a book that I’ll be publishing in April. Finishing this book is one of the main reasons I haven’t been on many cycle tours lately. In any case, here’s a summary.

In 1976, bad luck took my brother’s sight. His name is Mike, and he had a serious problem with his sight on a Friday night. There was one surgeon in Minnesota who could fix the problem, but he didn’t work on weekends. On Monday, most of Mike’s sight was gone. Losing his sight meant losing his job, which meant losing his house. All that made Mike angry and sad, but slowly, his hope and humor returned. He attended a school for blind adults, which is where this novel begins. Some of the lessons were ordinary, like cooking and cleaning without sight. Other lessons were extraordinary, like downhill ski racing and softball without sight. In all the lessons, Mike did what young men do. He laughed, hoped, and flirted. This novel is based on Mike’s story, but the message is how anyone can work through bad luck, sighted or not. More information about the book is at http://walkingoutofthedark.com.

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