the greatest feeling

January 2004 i had recently graduated school and, after a brief week in new york (my first time there) I borded a $125 one-way flight to cancun
I stayed at a backpacker hostel on an island nearby and, among many others, met a couple of adult norwegian guys who were biking around mexico. Gunnar and Oskar
all i had brought was a small bag with little more than a toothbrush, swiss army knife, and change of clothes.
the next day I hopped in a cab, eventually found a bike shop, and a few hours later i was on my way.
it was hot and dry, the road was wide and flat, the wind was at my back, my legs were spinning furiously, and everything was in front of me. link