Neo Robo-Hipster

One week and one day out of surgery and I am laying on a bed in the living room of my fathers house. The surgery went well! I was asleep for it, I am just assuming based on how I feel that it went well… I have some swelling in the hip but I am able to basically run circles (in my mind). But really, I can walk short distances without crutches, the pain is really quite low (but that might be from the jangle of pain medications I am taking), and the wound is healing up nicely.

However, there was a bit of complications during the surgery, but I don’t want to get into it. Just know that it’s no big deal and all is well, I just might have to have another surgery in the future due to arthritis elsewhere in my body. As Matt Frintner put it, “Joey, you have the stupidest problems.” Thanks Matt, I agree.

So what’s next? Well, I will be heading home to my mothers house tomorrow to rest easy for the next 3 weeks on her porch! Once there I will start the get ideas down for the book I am going to write. Hopefully all the pieces of it fall together and i am able to finish writing it and it is actually good. I have no idea, I will do my best!

Thanks for checking out the blog, I will keep posting here randomly! The donations page is still open!

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6 days!

As I slowly grow older, time continually caress’s me with its calmness, but sometimes bitter attitude. It’s all made up math and numbers, that time stuff is, anyways.

As you may know, I cancelled my first surgery to get a second opinion on whether or not I could get a Hip Resurfacing rather than the full Anthroplasty. Well, I never really got that second opinion. Instead, I spoke with the nurse for UWM’s Orthopedics dept. and got a couple of answers that were basically decision making period points. 1st that I couldn’t get in to see the ONE doctor that still did hip resurfacing until late August, thus pushing back my surgery until the likes of late Sept. Leaving a full heal period to be around Feb. of 2016. This was probably the biggest reasoning for the decision I made. I just can’t sit idle for 2 months to get fixed and then sit idle for a month and a half + a long period of not “full functionality”. That is SO much time. So much bitter waiting where I just want to go walking, hiking, or play disc golf. Also I don’t have a job or money, so that time is spent with no income, saving no money for future endeavors (whatever adventures they may be), and relying more on my family. The nurse also said that there was a high failure rate in the early patients for the procedure, therefore leaving the surgery not really performed anymore.

All in all, I made up my mind. I am growing stir crazy already with my hip. More than anything I want to be able to walk again without pain. I want to fill my days with action and be tired when night falls. A little more than a week ago I rescheduled my surgery in Oshkosh for the Total Hip Anthroplasty. Next Wed. (July 22nd) I will be going under the knife. Let’s hope nothing crazy happens or any of the small weird nuances occur. I don’t really want one leg to be shorter or continue to walk with a limp or anything. So, I believe in you Doctor Surgeon Human Construction Worker, make me whole and cyborg perfect!

I have also decided that I will begin writing a book. I mean, I am stir crazy now, I can’t imagine the future stir crazyness I will feel when the surgery is over. Therefore I must use my mind to keep sane by writing down my life, my views, my perceptions, travels or whatever else might bore someone. I am not sure if the book will be fruitful enough to be published, but we will see. I mean, would you read it?

My Sense for Someone’s 2 Cents

Today, I had it all set up to be under the knife at Mercy Medical Center in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. Out with the old and in with the new… Instead, I am sitting at my mothers kitchen table, thinking.

I had met someone on my journey whom asked what kind of hip replacement I was getting. She then told me to research and make sure I knew what I was getting/what was best for me. Well, that sort of stuck with me and got me thinking.

I was going to be getting a Total Hip Replacement Anthroplasty. This is where they remove the femural head and insert a metal rod with a ball at the end into my femur. Then, they drill out my hip socket and cement in a new “cup”. They stitch it all up and voila! New hip.

But I am young and there are more recently approved surgeries, such as hip resurfacing. This is better for someone young and living an active lifestyle. With this surgery, the surgeon basically shaves the femural head and hip socket. Then, they resurface them with metal. This requires a longer healing process, but in the end you have more flexibility and the potential for it to last just as long as a THR. On top of that, when the resurfacing fails you can still get a THR and have it be 100% again. Whereas starting with a THR and then needing a new one (which is inevitable since I am so young) it becomes like 70% recovery.

Now, I am no Orthopedic Surgeon.

That can stand by itself. My surgeon in Oshkosh went through what he thought was best for me considering my history and the condition of my hip. He is probably right, too. Still, I am young and if I can get something that allows me to be more active, I want it. I AM ACTIVE! So, I am getting a second opinion at the University of Wisconsin Madison. I am pretty sure I will get the same response as before. It just is going to make me feel so much better having 2 people say I need a Total Hip Replacement rather than one. I am young, just trying not to make milksteaks as an appetizer on my plate of life (that, just… sorry, but I am not sorry for how much I enjoey that.)

Perhaps I am just a chicken? Though, I don’t think so. I just want to know what’s best and want what’s best for me. I have faith that before I turn 25 (July 31st) I will have something metal and new as a hip. Then, the road to recovery will be long and might have a book involved. Would ya read it?

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Part 2: Making my Blanket

Leaving Venice from a 3 month long 3,000 mile bicycle tour the only extra things I had acquired were a t-shirt and a chain tool. I guess I am not your average vacationeer. I didn’t want to bring home a handful of knick-knacks for momentos. In part, that may be due to me riding a bicycle with limited space and a weight ratio I wanted as low as possible. However, that is the smaller part. The bigger part is the weight of the intangibles gathered is enough to fill my thought pool until my next journey.

Traveling is a way to open myself to new places, peoples, and cultures. Diving headfirst into worlds unknown is my plate of good fun. Every time I mix up the concoction of travel I do my best to eat it up knowing it’s not everyday I’ll have these fruits of life in front of me. Now, I am finished, and I have the lingering flavors of adventure making me drool happily on my mothers front porch in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin.

Every drop of my sweat from the past 3 months could fill a bathtub and it attempted to cool me down for a couple of reasons. Bicycling can be an easy, or if you’re a dummy like me, it can have its hard parts. I chose mountains over flats and the natural beauty of nature to be my biggest companion. Perusing the peaks and forests of Portugal, Spain, France, and Italy were breathtaking. I had many moments with the wind under my wide spread arms flying down mountains where I felt weightless and full of life. To reach that feeling involved struggles and pain. Climbing up relentless roads underneath a baking sun would wear me down and make my hip and knee hurt something fierce. However, once I would reach the top, all pain and struggle would be out the window. Hard work and determination can and have gotten me to any mountain summit I attempted to pass. This is a lesson in my life that I have lived by and will continue to hold to. I can’t just sit idly by waiting for life to happen and happiness to come. I must persue the life I desire with hard word and determination like I did every mountain in Europe. Around every future corner will be surprises unknown and challenges galore. With a bit of hard work and determination, I know I can rise above any kink or broken road to complete the path I am building for myself.

Stories are what make the world go round. I may have stayed more in the woods rather than in the homes of hosts, but that didn’t stop me from hearing the lore of many great people. Stories of sailing around the world, of being told something but defying all odds, of travels far and wide by bicycle, of growing up in a different time, and of the good and the bad times. All of these complex strings of people have threaded into my story. They’ve woven their lives into mine and, as far as I can tell, are making one hell of a beautiful pattern. These threads give purchase to ideas and ends unmet. They breed opportunity in ideas and have left me with countless directions to choose from. I wouldn’t possibly have gained as much as I did from this adventure if it weren’t for every kind host and person willing to talk with the dirty cycling guy. I thank all of you for sharing a bit of your lives with mine and hope to see any and all of you again.

I think I have a bit of a thing for knocking on tourism… Probably because I find my time most enjoyed in nature with people that I love. On the other hand, Europe does have a HUGE tourism industry. I mean, Europe is ages old and full of ruins, rubble, and history enough to fill libraries around the world. I kept finding myself wanting to escape the texts humanity and travel through the music of nature. I am pretty sure this says something about me. I am not knocking against people who love history, if so, my brother would beat me up. A song comes in mind from Built to Spill, the lyrics being, “do everything you want to do, see everything you want to see.” I am a firm believer in that! Probably the most important thing in life is to be yourself. I guess what I am saying is that Europe just insures me more of myself being a outdoorsy, smelly, dirty guy that loves a waterfall, forest, or mountain with a good book in my hand rather than a wavering sea of people all trying to see the sights. Good thing Europe had aplenty magnificent natural beauty for me to discover.

I can’t go on without saying how much I enjoyed the tourism places. Though I did my best to try and steer myself from the connected minds of the tour buses and see the sights through my own, explorative eyes.

Have I come back a changed person from my travels? Back to the idea of peoples stories being threads woven into my own life, I would say I haven’t changed as much as I’ve gotten heavier and thicker with substance. My contents are more wild and aromatic. The woven tales of foreign souls give the pattern of my life a different texture. Travel has made my story blanket with a few more colored patches. It has left some areas a bit worse for weather, but that is nothing a little bit of science can’t help. I can keep myself warmer at night knowing that I am living my dreams and persuing my passions. That the life I am living is just becoming more me. Every day I grow and I dream to have covered the world with my storied blanket. This journey I see as a patch in the middle leaving me with whatever direction I choose. Where will I go next?

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Nail in the Coffin

Thousands of people, mingling like ants that have gotten lost from their farm, all waiting or hurrying in some manner or another, and I am the only 6 limbed exo-skeletal bug in a flannel… I’ll take this as the first fashion point of the adventure and probably the only.

This bustling bug zoo is the international airport in Istanbul, Turkey, where I can feast my eyes on the big, little, wide, narrow, flashy, drowsy, antsy, eccentric, fuming, sluggish, deprived, depraved, unglued, and praying mantis’ critters of society. All bugs welcome and aboard.

All puns out the window or buzzing hopelessly at their reflections in the window, let me delve a bit more into my Venice experience because it ties in quite well with the closure of my adventure.

It wasn’t to hard to prepare everything I needed for the journey home. I got helped by a Austrian touring cyclist finding Mestre. The hotel was cheaper than expected. The bike shop had the perfect size box… Except it was 5-6 kilometers away from the hotel. Therefore, I got to flex my giant left arm muscles all across Mestre while using a big box as a sail while biking. Looks and laughs make me happy. An overall good experience.

Everything ready, with time to pack the next morning for the journey back, I had spare time in my pocket like I had just come out of the plasma donation center. I pieced together my picturesque cane and set forth for public transportation. Sadly, I don’t think biking in Venice is a good idea from I had heard. Waterways, bridges, and tourists are not so easily dodged on my steel steed.

Needless to say, I found myself in the throng of tourist central, walking slowly, observing the beautiful city and its occupants. Clutching my cane I followed the river of people over rivers of water for a few bridges or so. Where were all these people going? They were passing by beautiful, old churches whose circle topped spires contrast to the rigid, dashing lines of rooftops around them. They didn’t seem to care for the faded Easter colors of the dirty buildings. No one paid attention to the flowers hanging from the flat of a flutist. Everyone just kept walking and talking, quickly.

Figuring it a better idea to peruse the seemingly forgotten and forlorn passages, like a bat outta hell, I got out of there! This sheep shaved itself from the herd and spun a flannel of it’s own color. What I found was a solitude that hopeless romantics and poets, such as myself, I believe, are very attracted too. A quiet dock in a small piazzaa where I could sit and idly pass the time watching people point fingers from boats and shoot pictures of people shooting pictures of a docks with boats… An intersection of waterways with not so distant bridges where lovers caress each other at the zenith’s. Fish minding their own business, careless of the comotion of water traffic around them, eating the bugs off water plants stuck to the canal walls. The lonely man in his window, gazing out at the greying skies, smoking his pipe in deep thought. It was a peace that I relate to the eye of the storm when all the wind dies down and just the sound autumn leaves rustling across pavement attunes to me. Knowing that within the closest of proximity, a storm of commotion rages all around you.

Venice is a place for me. I could linger in it’s darkness and study its crisscrossing lines against its curving canals. I loved it. But, I couldn’t… It is so weird to think that I had just completed cycling 5,000 kilometers and, yet, I can’t walk more than 3 kilometers. My hip was grinding like an apothecary’s pestle and mortar. My knee was swelling like bee sting to my brother Eon. I just couldn’t keep going even though I new the eyes of the storm were vast and waiting to be found. I had to turn back, my legs were just unable to support my adventure by foot.

It was a nail in the coffin. Don’t misinterpret that. It was the driving hammer blow to my needing a hip replacement. I cannot continue to live in such a way where walking 3 kilometers cripples me. I am happy to be returning home for this surgery, even though it is a grave decision at my age of 24. I will end this with my favorite quote from Dazed and Confused, “I WANNA DANCE!” Soon, I will.

You can still make donations to the Arthritis Foundation at the link below!

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Bridging together the ages

Bridging together the ages

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I think I cane… Soon

Pack, pack, pack it up!

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“Philly Taco”: Update

5 years ago I got the first taste of life outside the nest. I moved 80 or so miles from my mothers house in Fond du Lac, WI to live with a best friend and future co-touring cyclist Matthew Frintner in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. There I met some of the best friends I have and made memories I will never forget. However, it wasn’t long before destinations unknown were within my grips and I left Stevens Point to begin a quest of volunteering with AmeriCorps NCCC in Perrypoint, Maryland.

Gathering dust in a corner of my mind, behind a couple doors of opportunity, through hardwood forests of hard work, inside a city of colors, on a sheaf of coffee stained parchment, is a memory entitled “Philly Taco.” While in AmeriCorps NCCC, I piled a few new friends into Forest Blau, my 1996 blue-green Buick, to drive and spend the night in Philadelphia. My friend, Starbuck, was a recent graduate of Drexel University and wanted to show us the town for a weekend away from “Ameri-Life”.

Thus, in preparation for whatever chaos we could create, we had to plump ourselves up with food. That was when Starbuck told us we had to go and get the “Philly Taco.” What you do is this: 1. Gather friends and go to Lorenzo’s Pizza. 2. Purchase a pie, just cheese will do, to go. 3. Walk a short distance to Pat’s to get the Philly Cheese Steaks. 4. Go upstairs in Pat’s and begin assemblage of the “Philly Taco”. You take your cheese steak with all the fixings, and yes, roll it up in a giant slice of Lorenzo’s Pizza. 5. Indulge.

A hefty, heartache later and your sitting happy. Stuffed to delirium and surrounded by friends, a perfect beginning for what the rest of that night.

Now I am sitting in Mestre, having dusted off one of my favorite memories of the highest of cuisines, preparing to embark home from yet another adventure. I have kept seeing signs for pizza, as I am in Italy, mixed with kebab shops… These things got my wheels turning and my gears grinding. It is my last day so why not go big? I mean, I am going home…

Might I introduce to you, the “Italian Taco.”

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Complete

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Cherish all moments of life and if the opportunity arises make a twist on an old fate. Life is just so good that I find it unbearable to live if I didn’t know what a “Philly Taco” was and the story behind its introduction into my life. The world seems so big, but today, I brought a memory of happiness to an imagination of future “crappiness”.

My grandest of thanks go out to the one and only Starbuck. You are see an empty space and summon the most basic of needs. You are a McGyver of volunteerism and without knowing you as a friend and role model, I would have never concocted this beast. Thanks!

Riders on the Storm

What is that?

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I’m pretty sure it’s following me…

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Hide where you can…

After all of the building of electrical energies while riding through mountains in Europe… Watching thunderheads rise into the sky like the anvils for the hammers of gods… Exposed on the open roads of elevation… I reach the flats, where the storms gather speed like a fetch of wind on the water. The whipping wind, the sideways rain, the darkness, the sporadic hail all caught up to me and gave me a shower after another 6 or so days. It was intense. Easily the fiercest shower I have ever taken. What can I say? Sometimes Big Momma Earth just knows when you need that deep clean and for that I thank her!

I ended up spending the night with 6 canoers in a church clubs rooms? I am surprised at how fast some people can fall asleep… I had a mosquito buzzing off and on all around me. Normally, an easy problem to deal with, just turn on the light and put out it’s lights. I was in a room full of slumbering canoers, option out. Option two, endure. I tried… However, I loathe incessant buzzing… Couldn’t sleep.

When swatting aimlessly in the dark at my tireless intruder I felt something on my sleeping bag. It was wet and felt like a giant lugee… With the quick reflex’s of most humans when seeing a spider or bug I grabbed and flung whatever was nestling near my head. I heard it thwap against something…. Mind you, I spared no thought for my surroundings until after I had flung what I believe now to be a slug across a room. Pretty sure it ended up sharing the night with the three gentlemen to the left of me, somewhere on their tarp… Sorry guys!

It’s coming to a close! Feel free to make a donation to the Arthritis Foundation at the link below!

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Decisions

I am in the flats, out of the mountains, and making my way north to Venice. Camping will be a bit more awkward now, though I cannot say what lies ahead. In the meantime, I am sitting outside a closed Caffe in Faenza, a bicycle culture city that puts Portland, OR to shame.

I am ready, in a sense, to get home and get all doctored up with science and machines. It will be sad to leave behind this world of adventure, however. Today was the first day I got stung by a bee… What’s an adventure without being stung? I am accustomed now to hanging out and being a host to the organisms of this planet. I sit at coffee shops and ants fall out of my hair. They crawl out of my t-shirt and tickle my thighs. Bugs are constantly surrounding me and I can’t help it, nor care to. Today, I ventured into a Caffe with 3 older gentlemen amateur cyclists that offered me coffee. Upon walking in, I flicked my hair and went to run my dirty fingers through it. There just so happened to be something GIGANTIC on the back of my head… wha?! BUUZZZZ!!! HUH?!?! OWWWWW!!! Stung right in the left thumb tip! Youchers, let’s just hope it helps with my rhuemtoid arthritis!

It is great being the king of my own time. Decisions, they are mine. I own my time and don’t reserve it for things I don’t enjoy. I rather reserve it for things I enjoy almost too much. Yesterday, I went to the COOP (supermarket) for my dietary needs. Now, this grocer doesn’t carry cans of soup, my usual dinner, so I had to make a decision. My decision… Eat a sandwich for dinner and for lunch (which is usually the sando) will be this entire Rotisserie Chicken! BAM! Dirty, hairy, scary me sitting in the shade of a tree in a park devouring an entire chicken. Worth it? Yes.

Decisions? Growing up with arthritis I was faced with a lot of choices. I believe I would be a different person if I had lived a “controlled” lifestyle. Things that were not good for me like jumping on a trampoline or playing soccer I was advised against by my Pediatric Rhuematologist. However, he specifically said things like, “But I can’t rule your life, you make your own decisions.” I owe a lot to my mother and father for allowing me to be me. For me to have my own fun even if it was “bad” for my disease. I was given my own choices at a young age and I lived with them. I played soccer, I jumped on trampolines, and I was as active as I could be. I probably worried my mother and father but they never held me back.

Now a days, being on my second bicycle tour, I can feel the unparralled gains of not living in a bubble because of my disease. If I want to do something, I do it. If I am scared, I pull through. If it hurts, I do less the next day. If it hurts to much or has really no more gain to me, I stop. I know my body. I also know that I don’t know my body fully and what it’s limits are. I have never been held back to test these limits. Because of this, I have learned to push beyond what may have been deemed “unrealistic” when I was kid. I control my life and listen to my body, I create my own outcomes, I manage it all with everything I have, and I love this life that I live.

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Bike friendly... More like Bike Culture of Faenza, this little city is a gem!

Bike friendly… More like Bike Culture of Faenza, this little city is a gem!

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Italy is pretty pretty

Italy is pretty pretty

Mario doesn't use a brick oven... he uses fireballs to make his pizzas!

Mario doesn’t use a brick oven… he uses fireballs to make his pizzas!

Rivers are the veins of human civilization

Rivers are the veins of human civilization

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Chillen by the river that runs through Casola Valsenio

Chillen by the river that runs through Casola Valsenio

still as white as ever

still as white as ever

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GoPro Timer Trials, sitting on a cliff, looking over a Gypsum mountain wonderland

GoPro Timer Trials, sitting on a cliff, looking over a Gypsum mountain wonderland

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mountains on mountains on mountains

mountains on mountains on mountains

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What made this campsite so comfortable? Probably all the horse poo I slept on, man, that stuff is like a cloud!

What made this campsite so comfortable? Probably all the horse poo I slept on, man, that stuff is like a cloud!

Follow the river to it's beginning, up the mountains, into the wilderness

Follow the river to it’s beginning, up the mountains, into the wilderness

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Never pass up a pass.

Never pass up a pass.

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Casual waterfalls... no big thang

Casual waterfalls… no big thang

I love the sky, seen through my sunglasses

I love the sky, seen through my sunglasses

Up above the sun shines

Up above the sun shines

always out running a storm

always out running a storm

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Pass a day keeps the doctor away...

Pass a day keeps the doctor away…

I really enjoy this, the light, the dark, the tree, the gravel road...

I really enjoy this, the light, the dark, the tree, the gravel road…

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stop cutting down all the trees... makes for a cool picture though...

stop cutting down all the trees… makes for a cool picture though…

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thunderstorms ALWAYS

thunderstorms ALWAYS

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Up near La Verna

Up near La Verna

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Perhaps the most delicious lunch of the journey... Street Vendor's LegOLamb!!!

Perhaps the most delicious lunch of the journey… Street Vendor’s LegOLamb!!!

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LIttle bit of the Lago!

LIttle bit of the Lago!

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Camping next to the Stadio Futbol, from lost and confused, to grass and a world of fireflies

Camping next to the Stadio Futbol, from lost and confused, to grass and a world of fireflies

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HOLY CATS!

HOLY CATS!

They loved me

They loved me

KITTENS!!!

KITTENS!!!

Part 1: What I’ve given up

What have I given up for this trial by error bicycle adventure lifestyle? Let me ramble down my pondering. Perhaps, you may be able to envisage your own adventures, albeit in the same or different way as mine.

Well, I will start with money. Money is what money says it could be if it wanted to buy itself a dress, a fancy car, and an airplane ride to mars. I had 10,800 dollars for college via AmeriCorps Education Awards… Instead of college (though some was spent on education) I used that for living expenses and eventually all of my trip. I could have stayed in college, busying myself with books and writing essays about Hemingway’s prose, but I choose the college of life. I will be, of course, returning to the United states broke.

“Safety” Are adventures safe? If you want them to be boring, then they very well could be… But, tearing down mountains at 40+ mph, cycling in thunderstorms on mountain tops, camping in the woods with demons, being somewhere you’ve never been, some could see as dangerous. Well, then perhaps I like things dangerous.

“Comfort” Do I sleep in a plush bed every night with a down comforter? No. Do I bike in the rain? Yes. Do I cycle endlessly, even though my body says no, until I find somewhere plausible to sleep? Yes. Do I sweat? More than you’d like to know. Do I shower regularly? Heavens, NO! I am dirty. I sleep on uneven ground. The days can be hot, long, wet, painful, aching, mind screwing, and so much more. Is it comfortable? I don’t think it would be for your average Joe… Good thing I do my best to be a little bit above average.

“Pain-free”. Let’s get real. I needed a hip replacement even before this journey started. My bad days heavily outweighed my good days on the 1-10 pain scale. If I stayed home, I could have gotten my surgery and been healed by now! I could be dancing on bar tops, playing disc golf, and going for endless walks on the beach. But, I am stubborn, and sometimes you just have to bare with pain, for a life of wonder and adventure.

This is Part 1. Part 2 will be coming once I have landed safe at home! If you are ready to give those things, perhaps travel by bicycle is for you. This is my way, cheap and Joey style. Of course, you can go from B&B to B&B and travel light… That’s not for me. Part 2 will be the opposite of this post, so prepare.

As of now, I am 9 days away from my departure out of Marco Polo. It is thunderstorming in the mountains, where I must go, of course. Thanks for reading!

Make a donation to the Arthritis Foundation at the link below!

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Also, a big hello to everyone I have met recently! I have heard some interesting stories, had some fun nights, and cuddled with the cutest of kittens. Cheers!

Pictures

Today, I get a shower…

Here are some more pictures!

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Bike Selfie

Bike Selfie

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Italy is pretty dang pretty

Italy is pretty dang pretty

Trees and mountains

Trees and mountains

Ride until the sun stops shining

Ride until the sun stops shining

Shadow Stabbing

Shadow Stabbing

Inside the Cathedral in Vertibro

Inside the Cathedral in Vertibro

Inside the Cathedral

Inside the Cathedral

This is huge

This is huge

twelfth century cathedral!

twelfth century cathedral!

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twelfth century cathedral in Vitebro

twelfth century cathedral in Vitebro

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Fields of flowers

Fields of flowers

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