I’ve gotten to know the bike packing community as a rather close and welcoming one in the short time i’m cruising in it. Yesterday, I posted about the steps I’m taking towards my first tour

I’ve mentioned it before. I want to go on tours one day. And if I could, I would embark on the first one today. But I’m sure it wouldn’t be the most epic ride.

Today marks the day I’m riding my trike for a whole month. And what a ride it’s been. The trike has fulfilled every expectation I had before I bought it, and then some.

I’d been wanting to visit the Trike Shop in Zonhoven for a while now. People kept telling me what a great guy Yvo is, and how happy he is to share the tons of experience he has.

While I’ve been riding a lot over the past few weeks, especially when I compare to the past 25 years, and while I’ve done so without real issues, my body tells me I have to pace myself.

Riding around the country side, I find myself traveling of the beaten path in more then one way. The ride may be the most obvious.

I bought the trike for some very specific reasons. First of all, my health required something. I had to start working out again, to battle my diabetes. But my options were limited by my hernia. Walking was fine, riding a regular bike wasn’t

I’ve been riding the trike for about 500 km before I did it. I tipped it over. Not by going through a corner too fast of by a sudden change of direction. No, I did it in the most idiotic way I can think of.