The birth of a blog

I've never blogged before. In fact, I just recently got a cell phone. I don't know if I'm 3G or 4G. I don't even know what a G is. Here goes!

Premise: I am going to be riding my bicycle from Vancouver, British Columbia south to the Mexico border (like Jimi Hendrix says, "I'm headin' down Mexico way").

Distance: One thousand, nine hundred and eighty seven point three miles. (I'm outfitted with a guidebook, known as "the bible" among Pacific coast tourers, and the suggested route is 1987.3 miles.) I'm both expecting and hoping that, in the end, I travel a greater distance.

Significance: 1987 happens to be a famous year in human history. The year of my birth. I turn 23 in a week. I'm unemployed, bachelor-ed (academically and personally), and a recent member of Barack Obama's Socialist Army.

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1/30/1987...1987.3...Coincidence? No. It's an omen. A sign from the gods. Time to ride.

Preliminary Logisticating: I won't be leaving until mid March. Until then, I'll be training and updating this blog. Expect nothing. But do check back often. Until then, stay safe, and be peaceful to one another.**

**(thanks, Mark Wheat!).