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« on: November 02, 2025, 07:37:23 pm »
I answer it saying this. The impulses set forth in my life that led me to that particular course of action came very early in life. The story is real. I think it is too deep a subject to discuss on a forum such as this one and others. It is a deep personal issue with me. The original impulse came from where, I have no way of knowing. I remember some events. The boy my age who taught me that sometimes limitations are only in your mind. He taught me how to ride a bicycle. His name was Johnny Mann. That was in Stuart Florida in the 1950s. That was the first one I could remember.
Pedaling a bicycle, to me, at times seemed almost like a surreal fantasy. It was wonderful until I started getting punctured tires. Getting patch kids and pumps and a new tubes was a big problem. The cycling dropped off. When I was very young, maybe eight or nine possibly, our Father drove the family to Mexico for the summer. We were there a while and returned it to Florida over the road. You've been there. Motels, gas stations, restaurants. After returning to Florida, for some odd reason, I had this compelling drive to ride a bicycle back to the west. The east was bad news. Government were as crooked as a corkscrew. The judge or the sheriff might have done something about it if you could catch them sober, which some of them often were not. I sensed this place, Stuart Florida, at a very early age.
Right across the street from our house, just off the shore of the St Lucie River, they found a woman drowned and dead. She was the mother of four children. I'm not sure they found her in that particular location. I did see the body there in that location. I was maybe 5 or 6 or 7. The tide might possibly have carried her farther down the river. I can say only from what I saw. There was underhanded treachery no doubt whatsoever. I thought it would be really cool even at a very early age to ride a bicycle back toward the west and to Texas. I really I thought Texas was great. Of course you have to consider those days, 1956-57-58, I had the cognitive development of a child 8 years old. Any compulsion or action in your life is the culmination of what they call multiple causation. There is no one simple explanation for why people behave the way they do.
The first transcontinental was from Key West, FL to San Diego, CA. I wanted to do it but was not motivated to do it alone.
Then, a woman I had met while bicycling through the U.K. in the summer of 1984 agreed to come here and do the journey with me. She flew here from England. We did the trip in 66 days in the winter of 1984-85. It was about 3600 miles.