When asked to tell a story about my childhood my parents always come up with this one: I’m five years old and at a friend’s birthday party. We’re all seated around the table waiting for cake and one of the adults asks us to go around and state our favorite food. All the other little children say “cake” or “ice cream” or “candy” or maybe, if they’re really trying, “spaghetti.” I say “salami and onions.”
My parents find this hilarious and evidence of their superior parenting. I think it just proves that I was a really weird kid. I’ve never tried to be different, it just sort of happens.
My parents’ favorite story replayed itself at my college graduation. All my friends, when asked what they were doing post-graduation, had really good, cake-and-ice-cream answers, like “a consulting job in D.C.” or “working for National Geographic” or “the Peace Corps” or “a Fulbright in Thailand.”
I had the college-grad equivalent of “salami and onions”—–
I’m going to travel the world and race mountain bikes and write about it.
And so, that’s what I’m doing. This blog is about my adventures (and disasters) trying to piece together a life on the road. I’m 23-years-old and I usually don’t know where I’m spending the night until I get there. I’m over-caffeinated and under-employed. I still like playing on playgrounds and I don’t understand basic things like taxes or time-zones. For me, traveling isn’t a vacation–it’s just the way I live. I can’t sit still. I get antsy when I stay anywhere for longer than a month or two. I actually like living out of a car.
I’m joined in my adventures by the indomitable Macky Franklin, professional mountain bike racer, master pizza chef, reluctant web designer and best friend. Together we make a pretty good globe-trotting team, albeit one that is late to almost everything. Macky makes occasional appearances on the blog, usually when I have to explain something technical (like time-zones).