What to Pack – A Very Biased List of What You Should Take with You and the Reasons Why Part 1 – GPS

My trusty flashlight kept the lions, tigers and bears away on my first night camping

Everyone will have their preference on what they should bring with them on a long haul bike adventure. As they should. For instance, some people like those quick dry towels, like the one I originally had by Mcnett (http://www.mcnett.com/). I ended up throwing it away. For me, it was too thin and felt like I was drying myself of with a wet dog. Not my cup of tea, but for others, it suits their needs.

So as I mentioned, this is my biased list. If you have beef with my list, drop me a line and we can duke it out American Gladiator style. No, but seriously, send me an alternative and I’d be curious to try it out on my next voyage.

The second thing to note is that all the items on this list were tried and tested items that were needed from day one to day final. I’ll mention as we go along items I brought and I threw away as well, just for comic relief, but I’m just letting you know I didn’t really research each item before I went on the trip. I used common sense about human necessities, went into the local outdoors and sports shop and filled the void. I think that’s a good starting point. It’s also nice to go into the store and listen to experienced outdoors men. They might bring your attention to things you didn’t even think of.

Okay. Enough banter. Let’s get into this.

1. GPS – The Good, the Bad, the Ugly Miles

The GPS I used, the Garmin Etrex (www.garmin.com)

One thing I didn’t think of that I did purchase was a Garmin GPS system that would attach to the handlebars of my bike (http://www.garmin.com/us/). A man with a gratuitously large beard and a viking presence to him convinced me to get it. It had all the bells and whistles, maps galore, time keeper, long lasting life on double As and most importantly it was in COLOUR! As I started the trip, I was enthralled by this little device. It was my friend, my guardian angel,  my confident, my certainty that a town was around the corner and a good restaurant was near by. What I city slicker I was. The problem I started to find with it was that I would look at it constantly. I’d stare at the graphics of passing trees and golf courses, as opposed to the real beauty of the landscapes surrounding me. Nothing was unexpected, nothing just arose around the corner that I didn’t  know wasn’t there.

Now, that wasn’t to say that I DIDN’T look up and that I didn’t take in where I was. I ended up turning it off and using it only when I was desperate for food or shelter or was completely and utterly lost.  On the coast tour, it was hard to get lost. Almost impossible. If my bike was underwater, I was too far West. The issue was, in California was the road rules for bikes, not which direction I should be heading. I ended up ditching the use of the GPS all together. Due to my reliance on it I had started to have nightmares of miles, digitally counting down. That’s where I had to draw the line.

A section of Route Planning. Most important thing is you understand it.

Through touring, I discovered my love maps and route planning. I colour code my maps and note places of interests along the way as well (touristy things, different foods of the area, odd museums filled with stuff gophers in Cabbage Patch costumes). I am a big fan of the Michelin Map books, where you can tear out the pages as you go along. I’ll get into the details on those later. I love setting out down the road with a route in place that I have to check at each turning point, each gas station, each little town. And if, on a whim, I want to go somewhere else, I do, with full knowledge as to where I am going and what I am in for. If I’m lost, I can always ask someone as well.

The Heat. Never Bring a Backpack on a Bike Trip.

GPS is great in situations where there are few cities to use as checkpoints on a map to assess you are going the right way and/or where there are few people to ask directions. Asides from those instances, I feel that GPS take away from the thrill of adventure, the victory over struggle, the innocence of it all. As long as you do your prep route work then the GPS acts primarily as unnecessary safety net and even sometimes a deterrence to take the road less travelled. Plus it beeps a lot. Or worse, has a computerized voice that tries to pronounce street names. Thank god the english language has so many ridiculous rules that you get a to laugh at how horribly your GPS butchers them, as it desperately tries to sputter through multi-syllables, the silent g’s and h’s.

Wow. A lot to say about GPS and the reasons behind this list. Not much of a list with one item. But rumor has it that writing epically long blogs is synonymous with stereotypical grandparents showing their relatives slideshows of their “thrilling” vacation to Delaware. So next time, AN ACTUAL LIST!

Photo of the Day – One of These Things is Exactly Like the Other

Dresden, Germany. One of my days off in Germany. Though this city was brought to it’s knees in WWII, the architects of the past, rose from their resting places, unnerved by what had happened to their children, their masterpieces, their memorials. A great new old city was reborn from the blackened scarred piles of rubble and debris. Unfortunately or fortunately these two survived, the German Clone Wars started, and pork pie hat stocks went through the roof, giving way to people motivated to churn out new slapstick comedy touring vaudeville acts around the world in every different culture. Fine by me, I say.

Pork Pies and Matching Short Sleeves - Dresden, Germany

Photo of the Day – Straw Man

If I’m ever feeling down, I remember the smiling straw people of Europe. The very basic principal was as such. If you have no money for billboards or internet websites or wacky inflatable balloon people (who to me, are way too intense, like musical theatre students), or being where you are, situated between NoWheresVille and New NoSuchPlace, it makes very little sense to advertise beyond the highway, the straw people are the perfect, cheap, delightful solution. There is hay EVERYWHERE. I mean, as far as the 20/20 eye can see. What there isn’t a lot of is are people. People to greet potential customers to your restaurant, to convince them to take a break from their wary travels. So what is German with the best bar this side of….that cornfield over there, going to do about it. Build a greeter…OUT OF HAY. Yes, my friends, Europeans aren’t just technologically and socially advanced, but they are on top of the hospitality market as well. Stacking three barrels of hay on top of each other, attaching comically proportioned cutlery limbs and a wonderfully jovial and surprised to see you expression on it’s face. Brilliance in wheat form!

Straw Man with a Fez - Germany

Who was your favourite character from the Wizard of Oz? Probably not that whiney tiger or that “scary witch” with worst flaw ever, water! If only North Americans had a brain, they’d be doing the same thing. I think this would work in city centres even more so. Downtown Vancouver, among the sky scrapers and hubbub. Your walking with your head down, mind on the song blasting your I Pod, BAM! You walk face first into a STRAWMAN!

These modern day colossuses are truly awe inspiring. On a bike trip, tired and worn, sometimes my only prick of inspiration was the possibility of seeing one of these welcoming fellows, gleaming in the sun, yellow and brown and happy to be “alive”. The attention to artist detail is unequalled. The bulge in the eyes gives off an air of lonely desperation. Please come to my restaurant, even if you don’t want food or drink, just to talk to me, just to make sure I’m alive.

 

I was curious to see if these straw mock ups looked anything like they’re owners. What a let down. Europe, your next order of business is straw servers.