The thought keeps going through my head that I must be mad. I have enough money in the bank to last twenty years or more of a frugal but comfortable retirement in Cambodia. Instead, I’m going to blow a fair amount of it on a crazy dream of travelling the world by bicycle. Am I mad? I don’t know anything about bicycle maintenance, let alone doing my own repairs. I haven’t been camping since I was a teenager. Am I mad? Yes, as mad as a hatter.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife,
Throughout the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.