I decided to generate my own discussions, one-on-one, with people I meet riding a bicycle.
I AM cycling toward Seattle at 10 mph, fueled by 5,000 calories a day and a question. Since May, I’ve logged 6,000 miles, traversed 22 states, and asked hundreds of individuals, organizations and companies, “How will we live tomorrow?”
Seattle is a key terminus for many cross-country cyclists. More than half of the riders I’ve met start or end here. For me, Seattle is a turning point, the place I stop moving west and start heading south. Seattle marks only the third point in my objective to pedal and pose my question in the 48 contiguous states. Still, reaching the upper-left corner on the map is a significant landmark in my journey.
I undertook this adventure on May 6. I anticipate it will take a year to complete and cover 20,000 miles. I did it because I love to cycle and wanted to see America at an intimate scale. More importantly, I am concerned about the negative tone of our national conversation. I’ve no confidence the 2016 election cycle will rise above partisan discord to generate the thoughtful debate we deserve. So I decided to generate my own discussions, one-on-one, with people I meet riding a bicycle.
A guy on a bike is like a woman in pearls: My accessory earns me special attention. I supposed that people would be inclined to talk to a cyclist; I underestimated that by a wide margin. People love to talk to a guy on a bike. They seek him out. They open up. The bike sets me apart and triggers unconstrained responses to my question.
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I appreciate strangers who engage in lively discussion, but I marvel at the private audiences I’ve earned. I’ve discussed tomorrow with police chiefs, scientists, cattlemen, futurists, oilmen, a shaman, museum directors, farmers and executives. I’m not a credentialed journalist, just a good listener in yellow spandex. Sometimes I ask my interviewees why they offer me their time. To a person, their answer is, “because you’re on a bike.”
Some people respond to “How will we live tomorrow?” by describing their plans 24 hours hence, others talk of space travel. Many respond from a global perspective, others answer in the first-person singular. Many rephrase the question to, “How should we live?” or how they hope to live tomorrow. One man, a Navy veteran who put me up overnight, told me my question was too broad and diffuse. But the next morning, he said, “I’ve been thinking about your question: We will live tomorrow in the memories of those who love us.”
Retirees give me cold water along the road, truck drivers buy me lunch, mechanics offer me money, and gardeners give me produce. I turn down money, but I’ve learned to accept food and drink. As one collared businessman said, “You’re living the dream, man. You’ve got to let others join in.” Strangers invite me into their homes, make me supper, give me a bed and cook me breakfast. More than stuff, I appreciate people’s concern for my safety. Nuns give me blessings, Buddhists give me karma, Native Americans give me talismans. Evangelicals pulled me into a prayer circle at a McDonald’s. As a tiny creature crawling across this huge continent, I’m grateful for all protection.
I could return to Massachusetts after I reach Seattle — most transcontinental cyclists are one-way travelers — and count my journey a success. Not that I’ve solved our nations’ problems — rather, I’ve countered my worries with example upon example of personal generosity.
But I won’t dip my tire in Puget Sound and head home. After Seattle, I want to ask my question in San Francisco and Fresno, Calif., El Paso, Texas, and Tampa, Fla. Every day brings fresh responses and fresh energy. And often, a savvy local exposes the real purpose of my inquiry. “You know, the answers aren’t all that important. The important thing is asking the question.”