Traveling is hard. I feel like that's just the simple truth of the situation. Especially in these days of high-traffic on the roads and increased airport security. Traveling with sports equipment is addmitedly even more of a pain. I've found that out, in bits and pieces, as I've been trying to orchestrate my trip to Providence. Thankfully, the worst of it is over.
When I started planning for this trip, I had no idea just how many people I'd have to communicate with. Even taking out the hundreds of people I've spoken to about the cause, raising funds from, learned about cycling and affordable housing from, the number is still astronomical. I've done a lot of wheeling and dealing with bike shops, shipping companies, and airlines this last week. I've also been more in touch with HQ and my trip leaders than I ever had before. When you're looking at it from a distance, it seems pretty simple. Get myself, my bags, and my bike to Providence by the start of orientation. When you get down to the nitty gritty, it took hours, days, to coordinate everything.
Thankfully, the worst of it is over. I've got my plane ticket, a shipping company that guarantees and insures that my very important parcel (bike) gets where it needs to be on time, and found a bike shop that will break down my bike and pack it for shipping in the size package it needs to be in. I've also figured out exactly where the bike needs to be shipped, gotten the lion's share of my gear purchased, finished my fundraising, and started planning a long ride with some other riders. I'm really excited for that; should be something like seventy or eighty miles when all is said and done.
I still have more to do before the start of the trip. I haven't even started researching for my presentation, let alone talking to the other people in that group. Wish me luck, and pray that I don't miss out on the opening leg of the trip because my bike gets shipped to Timbuktu.
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