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This was an American journey by a New Yorker who became more American as he went along. By virtue of absorbing almost 4,000 miles of thrilling landscape, inch by inch, I learned more about topography and how it figures in the identities of thousands of localities and millions of Americans than I had ever understood.

Is there any way for a cyclist, especially one from a vertical metropolis, not to be awestruck by northern Montana? It took me two weeks to cross its vast expanse, from the dauntingly magisterial Rockies in the west to the endless, wind-whipped flatland of the east, where the towns are dots on the highway dozens of miles apart, pulsing on the prairie like blips on a colossal oscilloscope.

> NY Times: A Man, A Bike and 4,100 Miles
Wabi-sabism.
I really need to retire those, they smell like death and repeated washings won’t do anything about it. Time for a new pair I guess.

Wabi-sabism.

I really need to retire those, they smell like death and repeated washings won’t do anything about it. Time for a new pair I guess.

Don’t I look stupid right now

Don’t I look stupid right now