I’m loading up the Circle A and we are going to spend a couple of intimate nights in the Colorado Rockies together. And why would one do this you ask? For the hell of it. So, I will shamelessly join the ranks of bike tourers who go online and beg strangers for money so they can ride their bikes. When I’m on the other side of the fence reading about all these people riding bikes while I’m chained to my desk, nothing really makes me more upset. Like when I found these two girls who are trying to prove women can ride bikes by themselves.
But, don’t send them money, because all one has to do is spend 2 minutes on crazyguyonabike.com to find out there are people like this woman–who has not only toured as a woman, but toured as a woman by herself, in a foreign country. My bike touring cause is truly unique amongst tourers: it’s for the hell it. Who doesn’t want to support that?! To give you some motivation, I have set up some donor levels:
$50 will get you into the “C’mon” level. You get nothing for such an indolent attempt at funding my bike tour.
$100 will get you into the “Karger” level. I will send you a boilerplate email explaining what karger means in Hebrew.
$250 will get you into the “You’re showing a little effort” level. You get the same boilerplate email that the “Karger” level gets plus a youtube clip of Bill Murray in Caddyshack talking about how he caddied for the Dali Lama.
$500 will get you into the “Ciel” level. I will send you some captured air from somewhere along my tour in an unwashed pickle jar (this most likely will be taken at the start or the end, because who wants to carry unwashed pickle jars with them during a tour?).
$1000 will get you into the “M” level. I will send you a picture of me on tour, clad in spandex, with my signature (done by my admin at work).
So, if you are interested, please leave a comment here on the blog with what level you are donating at and your email. I will send a paypal invoice to you. Begging for money on the interweb isn’t as bad or embarrassing as I thought it was. And to think, I thought all those people were making a fool of themselves…
And, just like those feminists, I too own a Brooks leather seat. And…my cause is much better and more unique: it’s for the hell of it.