How had I dared to attempt such a thing? Then it dawned on me. I was never cycling from Paris to Sydney. Such a ride was impossible. All I had ever been doing was riding one day at a time. I had just been turning the pedals on my bike, moving myself forward, inch by inch. With every day that passed, every town and village reached, every meeting and experience, I had been moving forward. I had never been cycling to Sydney. I had just been cycling.
