The Thrill is Gone?

Wouldn't that be a terribly sad thing? When the thrill is gone, you might as well go ahead and pull the flippin' plug. If the thrill ain't there, what is?

With just two weeks left before my two-month bike adventure begins, the thrill is there, baby. It's been two years in the planning stage and to think I'm just a hair breath away at this point is surreal. But May 1 it is and I can't wait.

My travel partner Dave is taking care of Walter, making sure the rustic RV is able and ready to hit the streets for 3,100 miles. And Walter is the elephant in the room; Dave and I think we can handle the two-month journey. But who knows about a 29 year-old motorhome? All we can do at a certain point is roll the dice.

And that's the way it is for much of this adventure -- a roll of the dice. That's why it's called a thrill.