The best part about long distance bike riding is discovering a secret world that lies beneath the day to day biking world of well-known races and weekend warriors. It likes to hide from the glare of semi-professional training organizations and adaptive consumer biking technology.

I’m not making a case for it being better or worse than any other ways to recreate and have fun on a bike, but it is undeniably a great feeling to find out on the way through your sport that other people share the same enthusiasm for the crazy things you like to do, and not only that, but they have been doing it longer than and far more intensely that you have yet to do.

Dreaming is a good kernel, but unless you actually do something with that seed it won’t ever be more than a seed. Dreams are like hurt in so many ways – we all spend a tremendous amount of time focused on them without actually progressing them forward through plans or action or through development of any sort. Maybe biking long distance kills both these birds with one stone.

Training for a long distance race this May (Transportugal 2017) has brought me to the threshold of the ultra-distance community, which has always held an appeal, but lately has become more acute in its pull.