Bicyclistic

I kept stopping every couple of miles and limping around and sitting down. Then I assumed that there was a pain barrier and tried going through it but I couldn’t. I grimaced a lot and screamed out loud a fair bit. I simply had to acknowledge that if my leg cannot bend then I can’t cycle anywhere.

Before California, before the 5,000 mile mark, I might well have to consider stopping. I did a lot of pedalling with one leg but it’s trickier in traffic. I reckoned I looked like a frog with one back leg.

This is an excerpt from Leaving Phoenix - Part 75 of the journal of my cycle across America, which I posted today on IrishKC.

More Bicycle Touring Notes
   • Left Leg (Part 74)
   • A Superior Cycle (Part 73)
   • A Definite Event (Part 72)
   • Photo: Arizona