"You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch."
The good Doc sure knew what he was talking about. We've had our fair share of prickle-ly perches during our month of traveling-- between cancelled boats, hospital visits, and the occasional argument with train conductors, we've had to deal with some stressful situations. But they've all just seemed to be a part of the trip: we wanted an adventure, and we were certainly getting one. After the fact, there was always the general attitude of "this will make a great story."
Saturday morning we hit our first real snag. We got hung up in that prickle-ly perch and have been left in one hell of a lurch.
Don't worry-- we're all fine. No broken bones, no more hospital visits. I promise.
We boarded our train to take us from Sofia, Bulgaria, to Novi Sad, Serbia. It was an overnight train that left around 8:30 in the evening. Sometime during the night, we fell asleep. And when we woke up the next morning, Will's bike and my bike were gone.
That's a pretty big lurch.
Zach's bike is fine-- apparently the thieves only wanted two bikes, and they liked mine and Will's. We spent the morning with the police, filed a report... and while they say that they have recovered bikes in the past, we are not optimistic about getting either of the bikes back.
We've already gone over and over everything we SHOULD have done, everything that in hindsight is so clear but in the middle of the night just glazed over. It's no one's fault but our own, and we acknowledge that fully. But. We're all healthy. None of us are injured. No one ended up in jail or in a hospital bed. We have all of our gear-- so we can still camp and have adventures. We just can't do it by bike.
We're not going to let this ruin our trip. Will and I still have a month left to go here, and we'll be damned if we let the loss of our bikes ruin that month. We're following the good doctor's advice, once again. He hasn't let us down yet.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don't
Because, sometimes, you won't.
I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.
You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch."
The good Doc sure knew what he was talking about. We've had our fair share of prickle-ly perches during our month of traveling-- between cancelled boats, hospital visits, and the occasional argument with train conductors, we've had to deal with some stressful situations. But they've all just seemed to be a part of the trip: we wanted an adventure, and we were certainly getting one. After the fact, there was always the general attitude of "this will make a great story."
Saturday morning we hit our first real snag. We got hung up in that prickle-ly perch and have been left in one hell of a lurch.
Don't worry-- we're all fine. No broken bones, no more hospital visits. I promise.
We boarded our train to take us from Sofia, Bulgaria, to Novi Sad, Serbia. It was an overnight train that left around 8:30 in the evening. Sometime during the night, we fell asleep. And when we woke up the next morning, Will's bike and my bike were gone.
That's a pretty big lurch.
Zach's bike is fine-- apparently the thieves only wanted two bikes, and they liked mine and Will's. We spent the morning with the police, filed a report... and while they say that they have recovered bikes in the past, we are not optimistic about getting either of the bikes back.
We've already gone over and over everything we SHOULD have done, everything that in hindsight is so clear but in the middle of the night just glazed over. It's no one's fault but our own, and we acknowledge that fully. But. We're all healthy. None of us are injured. No one ended up in jail or in a hospital bed. We have all of our gear-- so we can still camp and have adventures. We just can't do it by bike.
We're not going to let this ruin our trip. Will and I still have a month left to go here, and we'll be damned if we let the loss of our bikes ruin that month. We're following the good doctor's advice, once again. He hasn't let us down yet.
"But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.
On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are."
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