This is the second in a series of posts about my reflections on my 2,500 mile Atlantic Coast cycling tour. This post is about a phenomenon the Woman Tour riders call the “Biking Bubble.” At some point in a long cycling journey, you simply become immersed in the trip itself and the outside world fades away. THIS is the “Biking Bubble.”
Learn what I liked about the Biking Bubble. Next up – the challenges of a long cycling tour.
Many people have asked about my most memorable moments from my Atlantic coast cycling tour. It is surprising how easily the days run together and how hard it is, in retrospect, to distinguish one day from another. But now that the journey is finished, I can reflect on the major patterns that I experienced and what makes the journey so memorable.
Over the next few posts, I’ll talk about some of those reflections. This post is about the beauty I experienced. Up next, read about the “Biking Bubble.”
Within a week, I will finish my 2,500 Atlantic Coast Cycling tour and Cycling for Good. Over the next week, in lieu of my “regular” schedule, I’ll remind you of the people who inspired my ride – both before and during my adventure. So hang in there – lots of posts to come, and without predictable internet, they may come in spurts!
Meet this week’s over 50 athlete, Maggie Joslin, 67.
When you meet Maggie Joslin, you might not guess that this elegant beauty is a revolutionary. But she is. The daughter of a Detroit police officer and housewife and a product of a Catholic school education, Maggie broke free of her traditional background and set her own path. She attended law school and soon joined a national law firm and became partner. She defied the odds and managed to balance life as a mother to two children, with the demands of being a partner in a busy public finance practice.
In Part 1 of Cycling Beautiful North Carolina, you learned what it was like to cycle through tropical storm Ana as it moved on shore. In Part 2, I’ll share the remainder of our cycling tour through North Carolina. It was nothing less than magical – for the most part, we had great weather, great roads, beautiful rural scenery, and friendly people.
If you read my blog, you know that our trip cycling through South Carolina brought busy two lane roads, logging trucks, bad pavement, huge rumble strips, no shoulders – in other words – hell for a cyclist. We heard that North Carolina would be different. But, in North Carolina, we would face tropical depression Ana. Learn about whether North Carolina delivered on its promise and what it was like to ride in a tropical depression.