Heinz lived, in the most extreme way possible, my dream of traveling by bike. I’m reminded of the Annie Dillard quote:
> There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life.
Whether she would have agreed that his was a life of the spirit, I don’t know, but I think so. I know from my own time in the saddle that long trips are sensory primarily in their suffering and the quest for more is sated when the miles and kilometers lose their meaning.
A day spent riding is mostly a waste. A life spent riding, I can only wish for.
Though I stay home for 4-6 months a year (I love cinema from my projector and physical books too much), I've spent the rest of my adult life traveling the world by bike, and I'm nearing middle age now. I know the community of other people doing this, and I know lots of Heinz Stucke lore.
Many of us do not regard our lives as so well lived as you think. Honestly, there's something wrong mentally with most people who live like this: people are often fleeing trauma, or they would have problems maintaining normal social bonds if they stayed put. Having to live without local community, spouse, children can leave one feeling unrooted and envious of normies, no matter how beautiful the landscapes we roll across are. Many people who met Heinz Stucke noted that he seemed unhappy.
Heinz lived, in the most extreme way possible, my dream of traveling by bike. I’m reminded of the Annie Dillard quote:
> There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life.
Whether she would have agreed that his was a life of the spirit, I don’t know, but I think so. I know from my own time in the saddle that long trips are sensory primarily in their suffering and the quest for more is sated when the miles and kilometers lose their meaning.
A day spent riding is mostly a waste. A life spent riding, I can only wish for.
Though I stay home for 4-6 months a year (I love cinema from my projector and physical books too much), I've spent the rest of my adult life traveling the world by bike, and I'm nearing middle age now. I know the community of other people doing this, and I know lots of Heinz Stucke lore.
Many of us do not regard our lives as so well lived as you think. Honestly, there's something wrong mentally with most people who live like this: people are often fleeing trauma, or they would have problems maintaining normal social bonds if they stayed put. Having to live without local community, spouse, children can leave one feeling unrooted and envious of normies, no matter how beautiful the landscapes we roll across are. Many people who met Heinz Stucke noted that he seemed unhappy.