I did it.
I hopped on a jet and flew halfway around the world spewing 2.7 metric tons of carbon into the atmosphere and doing my little part to speed the melting the icecaps, warm the planet and drown the lowland inhabitants of this fine planet. I also left my bike at home, and after driving the narrow winding roads of Southern New Zealand in my new used van for the past couple days, I can't say I really regret it. Don't get me wrong, my heart twinges with nostalgic longing when I pass the odd touring cyclist, but I decided a while ago to have a little different adventure in the land of the Kiwi.
It is undeniable that cycle touring opens doors to experiences that the automobile makes impossible, but the opposite is also true and the fact that New Zealand boasts some of the most pristine back country on Earth has pulled me to the ease of the automobile as a means of access. For a good while now I have been doing my best to live small and demonstrate the joys of recreating close to home under human power, but for the next couple months I am going to burn some fossil fuels and have an adventure with my lovely wife that I will not soon forget.
I know that it doesn't quite fit the rules of the Front Door Adventure, but hell, it's my blog and if you don't like it, quit reading.