Beneath a row of live oaks in the parking lot of North Carolina’s Fort Macon, a pile of bicycle parts begins to grow as I pull more from the trunk of my wife’s red Malibu. Thank God for large trunk spaces.
The sun shines bright on the ground around my little shaded oasis, as piece by piece the pile of metal and rubber transforms into a bicycle—a touring bicycle in fact, complete with four paniers, to carry all the things I’ll need for a week on the road.
My wife’s birthday is in a couple of days, so we devised a plan to have a two weekend coastal celebration, with my touring trip sandwiched in between. For the first part she and I spent yesterday and this morning in Atlantic Beach a few miles south of here. Next weekend, we’ll spend a couple of nights with friends in Carolina Beach, north of where my ride will end.