Bikes have been my chosen vehicle to experience the world ever since I met a Canadian in the Redwoods of Northern California. I remember when I first saw him glide by. I had the kind of ache in my legs you get walking from town to town carrying supplies in a backpack on foot, and I was instantly envious of his careless grin and ability to carry luxury items. After camping and hanging around him for a week or so, I knew I had to trade in my boots for cleats. This one goes out to Big John - wherever the hell you are.