Luckily, some of the childish glee of that day remains with me. Unfortunately, I lack parental supervision. If I have an excellent idea of somewhere to go - I can just do it! Which brings me to yesterday.
Yesterday morning during my morning nanophysics class, I came to the sudden realization that it was the only class of the day. This meant one thing: endless long hours of light to bike by. I began to daydream, and concocted a plan. I would bike to Lyon, the capital city of Rhone-Alpes, about 100 km from Grenoble, then take the train back.
It was a completely brillant plan!
Several hours later, I was on the road. I was not enjoying the gently rolling countryside ride in the sun I had imagined. In fact, it was raining hard, all of my toes had been numb for the last hour, and I was on a road frequented by large trucks (cue the splashes of water). Also the entire ride so far had seemed to consist of a gradual uphill.
|Selfie: because the rest of the world was grey and I was hot pink.|
I left the highway, and promptly got lost in the next town. I promised myself I would quit - soon. I got back on the highway a few kilometers later, and passed a sign. Lyon - 80. It seemed impossibly far. But I was free and I could do whatever I wanted, even if that meant riding down a highway in the pouring rain. I grabbed a Werther's original from my jersey and relished the creamy sugary warmth sliding down my throat. I would keep going until I found a good place to quit.
And so I kept going, and I kept finding excuses not to quit. The rain stopped, the sun poked its head out, and the road began to soar downhill through charming French villages. I could ride wherever I wanted to, as far as my legs would take me. I was free.
|See? Charming French architecture. Actually, I kept seeing stonework like this on my way and thought it was pretty cool. Any idea what type it is?|
As I quietly ate my pasta and enjoyed the countryside flying by, the fatigue of a long journey sinking into my legs, all I could think was, that was a fairly pointless exercise.
But somehow oh-so-satisfying.
- The Wild Bazilchuk