When I was a kid - a thousand years ago - my beloved father, who pampered us in many ways, never gave in to his view that "my children will not have bicycles, because they'll take to the streets", so we never had bikes in our house, which didn't prevent us from learning to ride and use the bicycles of cousins and friends.
In my case, I owe my learning to the pacient help of my cousins Rodo and Yeyo and my good friend Ale Chaves, with whom I spent many afternoons riding.
Afterwards, it was not until I had finished college that Ricardo and Doris passed me a bike they didn't use and with it I started riding slowly, starting from a ride around a few blocks that left me exhausted and then increasing to longer trips.
Now, many years later, I realize that, in spite of my father's efforts, I've been traveling (took to the streets!) most of my life and it is not until now that it is more with the bicycle.
Sunday arrived and we were both up early; I guess a little nervous, after so much planning and preparation. We went over our packing list, made some changes, checked the lights, etc.
Then Micael proposed that, following his favorite Danish philosopher's premise that "expectation is higher than fulfillment" (Soren Kierkegaard), maybe we should just cancel the trip and enjoy all the planning and virtual traveling we'd been doing... Well, his idea was not accepted and around 11pm, we started to get everything together and soon after, we started pedaling to the bus terminal, some 6 km from our place.
Our bikes ready, in our big hall
We got there quickly and then proceeded to pack the bicycles and panniers in their bags, so in a few minutes, we had three large bags as luggage to put on the bus.
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