Part Two On the Road Day 1. Santa Monica, California. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is crazy.” I announced. My bike’s all loaded up. Two month’s worth of supplies of food, gear, you name it. I’m beginning to think I look more adventurous than I actually am right now. This could either be the greatest thing I do, or the worst thing. I’m not starting on the best of grounds emotionally but it’s probably the best thing to do right now considering my situation. I’ve got hundred miles ahead of me today so it’s going to be hell. This is literally it, I’m actually going to do this. I’m going to get on my bike and I’m going to ride to New York – Because that’s what normal people do. I’m about three hours in. I’m doing fairly well, considering I haven’t done any exercise for about three months. Let’s …show more content…
I’m so close to a heatstroke it’s not even funny. The steady summer heat was becoming far less bearable. I eventually gave up cycling - it got too hot. I can't continue cycling on the burning tarmac - I hopped off my bicycle, hoping to reach the top of the climb in two hours. The sweltering heat of summer melted my shoes. My water got so hot to the point where I could not touch it anymore – That was five gallons of water that I couldn’t use. In the haze of the afternoon, I could feel my t-shirt start to cling to my back in places and there was a slight sting to my eyes - sweat. The scorched sand shimmered in the intense white rays of the sun. Even the birds are silent, I imagine they are high in the rough limbs, statue like, breathing with open beaks. The heat was so devastating I thought I was going to shrivel up on the spot. I was dehydrated, drained, and parched. I started to feel dizzy and nauseous, my hand began to shake in a way I can’t control. I stopped by the side of the road and tried to hitchhike about 20 miles away from my destination. It took almost 2 hours for a car to stop and pick me