The most important part of your cargo is a "CAN-DO" attitude.
I have toted that quite a few miles in over fifty years.
I have seen a lot of stars and got wet a lot of times, and had more fun
than you can imagine, in several dozen states and every province.
April 30 2014, I awakened in a motel, one day and 700 miles from home
in North Carolina. I headed northeast, and soon encountered an
intersection at which the traffic lights had no power.
As I said, I have experience.
I concluded that there was a power outage, of unknown extent.
I was low on fuel, and I did not want to try to span the outage, so I
turned around and bought fuel as soon as I could.
With a full tank, I headed into the darkness (actually it was daylight,
so the darkness was metaphorical), which lasted twenty minutes.
Anyway, I rode a long distance that day, and experienced a ruined
rear tire and several hours of rain. It was all fun, including the ten-
minute interval when I was perplexed about how to put my new gloves
onto wet hands.
They simply WOULD. NOT. GO.
OK, so I went back into the washroom and used the hand-drier to
make my hands dry and slippery enough to go into the dang gloves.
I think the word is PERSEVERE.
We ride these rickety doo-hickuses and encounter all sorts
of tribulations, so the ticket is to tribulate enough to make
it over the obstacles and get to our destinations and have
stories to tell the people who sell the beer, and the other
people who sit down with us to drink it.
Sometimes the stories are DIRE ... did I tell you about the
ten-wheeler which backed over me and totalled the bike,
and four of the wheels went over ME? Well, never mind.
I am here and upright and riding and so are you.
Next time you see the moon,
consider how far it is from you.
I have ridden that distance.
I am on my way back now.
Odds are I won't make it.