Well, what did you expect?
Given the go-ahead by the HemaOnc on Monday, I squeezed my four bike pannier bags into a single old suitcase this morning to save the American Airlines $25 charge per bag. I also successfully squeezed myself into a pair of 32″ waist trousers (I bought a size down in anticipation that cycling will do wonders for my waistline). I’m now cramped into my American Airlines economy seat en route to Charlotte, North Carolina, where I catch a connecting flight to Newport Beach, Virginia – close to Yorktown where I start cycling across the United States.
This morning’s doubts about cycling across the country were quickly dissipated by the lengthy queues to go through security at San Francisco airport, and the absence of any inflight entertainment onboard – except for the gentleman in seat 15B plagued by involuntary flatulence. Adding to the joy are the folks in front of and behind me with thumping music escaping from their headphones. I’d sooner cycle back across the United States anyday.
I’m a little concerned about the weight of all my stuff. Put into a single suitcase, it’s much heavier than I expected. For a split second, I toyed with the idea of leaving my shoehorn behind, but quickly decided that it was essential. On the bright side, American Airlines didn’t charge me extra for an overweight bag. Also reassuring are the pictures in my Adventure Cycling magazine of folks on their bikes carrying way more stuff than me. Everything neatly stored on the Mackay bike. Not a bungee strap in sight.
Almost at the starting line in Yorktown now. Ladies, start your engines.