London commuters seem to have a fondness for foldies, those little 2-wheelers that often takes less than 30 seconds to fold into a neat little package which they then carry into the subway train, and thence to the office, without a crease out of place on their suits.
This was, after all, the home of the Brompton, Britain’s celebrated folding bike that boasts quite a following around the world. I would see many commuters, some in full suits zipping past, many of them just out of the tube from Kings Cross station across the road.
I was finally at tour’s end and one of the things I had to do was pack my bike for the flight home. Unlike a foldy, I had to dismantle a few things to fit it into a bike box, for which I had to thank Evan Somu, fellow Malaysian biker who recently uprooted himself and family to work in London. He found one for me early on when I was still in Germany and had kept it for me until I arrived in London.
Thanks, dude. You’re the best!
Well, 26 days and 1300kms later, I was about to leave England for home. As I sat in the boarding lounge, I had plenty of time (thanks to the delay) to think about the whole trip. It was with mostly mixed feelings that I contemplated the days I had spent on the road. It had been a tremendously fun trip, and I would not hesitate to do it all over again, albeit little less ambitious with the route planning. I was happy and sad at the same time — happy that I would be seeing my family again, and sad that tomorrow, I will not be waking up with the anticipation of seeing, and experiencing, new things.
Well, at least it had been a dream realised. And when I’m old and rickety, I won’t have to regretfully say ‘Darn, I wish I had toured Europe’.
So, my friends, if you’re reading this, remember … don’t let your dreams remain dreams. Set your mind on seeing it come true and the rest will fall into place.
There will never be a perfect time to make it happen, but there is time … while you still have it 🙂
Next: A rundown of what worked and what didn’t in my packing list.