I fell in love with cycling when I was working in Adelaide as an Au Pair. The family that I lived with were avid cyclists, the mom racing in a 180km ride the first week I got there at the end of the Tour Down Under on her brand new insanely expensive beautiful bike who she had specially named ‘Daniel Craig’. (try and get through that sentence with one breath, GAB'S WRITING- YAH)
Cycling in Adelaide is more of a trendy hobby for most than an actual sport. Business men riding 10km to the nearest Cibo to stop for a ‘job well done’ croissant and latte while discussing their future endeavours. None the less, it was the birth place of my new found love, so I thank Adelaide.
About four months into my life as an Au Pair, the family and I moved to a beautiful area, walking distance from the the city. We were situated right along a bike track that veered 60kms one way to the beach and 50kms another way to the tranquil Adelaide hills. I would take my 10 year old boys mountain bike and have the best time rolling along the beautiful river torrens.
When I was hiking the Bibbulmun track in Western Australia I met a guy named Steve. He told us of his eight month cycle trip across Europe and I thought meeting him was meant to be. I thought to myself ‘cool, next I shall cycle across Canada’. I told my mom about my idea and she was totally on board, per usual. She looked up cycling routes and unfortunately with Canada ONE highway that reaches the entire way cycling that would be a death trap rather than a fun experience. I thought, okay, Vancouver to L.A.. It seemed like a really popular route and when I googled it there was so much information on the subject. I knew it would take years to plan a trip like this but I wanted to start somewhere!
When I got home from Australia I registered for school and knew I had to get a small cycle trip under my belt before I buckled down for a year.
Steve had just arrived in Vancouver so I took him around for a few days while he stayed at my place. I told him that I wanted to cycle from Vancouver to Seattle before school started and he threw out the idea of joining me on my journey but instead of Seattle, Vancouver to Portland. Longer ride, better scenery, more time off work. Check, Check, 100% check.
Follow my blog for my first cycling tour as I sweat, cry and curse my way down the Highway 101.
First time cycling? Want novice tips? Click here to read about how I prepared for my journey!