Have bike - will travel

It's not the beautiful views or the pride of collecting miles that makes this bike trip so special, it's the thoughts you think and the sense of independence you feel as you follow the rhythmic mantra of pedalling - hour after hour day after day. No distractions, no petty materialistic comforts, no vibrating blackberry. Pure illusion of freedom.
And as I roll down the road of a steep hill I just climbed - wind blowing and my heart beating - I can feel the filthy absurdities that life threw at me during the last two years being cleansed away. One numb neuron after another, my body opens up to a new, more altruistic and compassionate future and I can almost hear my chakras cracking their seals and the healing love of the universe flowing in and taking over until my third eye props open and I become eternally one with the world.
Or something like that...