Twitter Contest : Win this Book!
Many moons ago, before we had discovered bike touring, Laura and I took a roadtrip to Vancouver via car. That was when I first saw a bike tourist. It seemed so alien, strange, terrifying, romantic and beautiful all at once – watching these people on their bikes going all of 3mph up a hill with smiles on their faces.
When we returned from that roadtrip I found this book at the local used bookstore. I was instantly mesmerized and fantasized about riding my bicycle around the world. Shortly after, Laura and I did our first short tour and we were hooked – doomed to a life of bicycle travel : )
Well, it’s our turn to pass this wonderful book on to inspire others. All you have to do is tweet or email us a 140 character phrase/poem/ sentence on the theme of Bicycle Adventure.
It could be a haiku about your first bike ride, or a phrase that sums up how it feels to conquer a giant hill. Use your imagination. You can either tweet us @pathlesspedaled or use our Contact form to submit. The entries will be judged by Laura and I and the help of some writers from The District Weekly. We’ll read the winning entry at our farewell party in Long Beach and ship the book off to you for free.
Enter now and we will announce the winner Wed night!
Roberto July 26, 2009 at 8:12 pm
I am not participating at the contest, have the book already. Just wanted to say that it was as well this book which inspired me many years ago to break up with “normal” life for a couple of months and go for a big bicycle ride !!!
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All I wanted to do was leave. I had just broken up with my partner of five years and could not stop crying and cursing being alive. The closest object next to me was my bike, so I started riding as hard and as fast as I could. i stopped 17 hours later, now calm, exhausted, and unsure of where the hell i was. I looked beside me and here stood another rider. he asked me if I was ok, I nodded. He handed me a cold beer and rode away.