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Why I’m Cycling Around the World

Why I’m Cycling Around the World

For my 16th birthday – around the same time I made the transition from long haired drummer in bands to the digital introspection of a computer nerd – I got a gift from my dad. Reynolds 531 steel tubes. Arranged by Castle Bromwich craftsmen. Lines, bolts and welds right from the metal skin of a Spitfire. A design made to outlive it’s owner. To be repaired repeatedly. Brought inside away from the cold and damp of winter like a beloved pet. Wiped and coated to delay inevitable rust. A Dawes World Tour bike frame with a life to live, in need of an adventure.

At a certain age everybody needs freedom. Often the tool of your freedom becomes the cornerstone to your memories of youth. For many of my friends in rural Norfolk this came when their toes tentatively touched the pedals of a car for the first time. From those cautious first lessons they were soon screaming down country lanes, friends ensconced in the back, playing peaking music from tinny plastic speakers. This smell of the 1 litre engine spinning thousands of times a minute to maintain the rush of wind. Parting trees, puddles and pigeons.

For me freedom came earlier. Living more remote than the most remote village. Far from school, town or friends. Pedals too became my tool to freedom. As my toes touched the cold metal my pedals moved and fell away from me in and infinite mechanic drive of a bikes most efficient construction. It stared with long family rides to the swimming pool. Riding along a disused railway cutting. Crossing through and behind some industrial buildings, through green park land. On 20 centimetre wheels and a single gear this took an age. As I grew struggle became habit. While most of my friends hailed the taxi of mum and dad, I ventured to the end of the road, to the shops and soon between my parents, friends and college. When I started working at a flying school – spending weekends fuelling and moving the two seater planes – I cycled the same railway path that used to take us to the swimming pool. Finally when I managed to take to the air myself – at a gliding school on the other side of the county – I could regularly cycle 40 kilometres before breakfast.

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But the name gold lettering on the frame – “World Tour” – demanded more. While everyone in my year had applied to universities I spent less and less time at college. Saving my money earned coding. Sitting on eBay became an addiction. Buying used bike parts from a range of scrapped machines. First I bought the saddle. Then the gears and chain from an old mountain bike. Finally the distinctive butterfly shaped handlebars – common to many adventure cyclists who’s books I’d read in preparation – designed to ease tendinitis in the wrists but equally sculpted into a visually pleasurable loop of padding in front of the rider.

So while everyone friends were straightening ties and ironing shirts for prom, I wheeled my hand built bike onto the loosely packed gravel outside. My mum had got up early just to see me off. I didn’t want our embrace to end yet in complete calm I knew what to do. With a “Love you” and a wave I freewheeled down the hill. The house I grew up in hidden quickly in dense hedgerows. Heading South for the first time. To be continued for the next 30 days.

Freedom can mean almost anything to anyone. If it had a definition then it wouldn’t be freedom.

Seeking travel for is (for me) the sense of adventure. One moment passing through place and people as the medium of life and experience. Controlling your destiny as an individual yet building and weaving new ways of thinking, seeding relationships and deepening bonds of shared experience. Living true loneliness and isolation. Experiencing being a minority in a foreign land. Not being understood. Unable to read the language or even the symbols themselves, the urban maze, the flowing landscapes. A shock to comfort. Not distinctly enjoyable yet cumulatively valuable. Emboldening a global perspective.

Most importantly you finally escape the mental helplessness of childhood which lingers beyond the age when you’re supposed to have “grow up”. In our comfortable seats reading this on a laptop or phone costing more than the expected annual income of the majority of the world, we are privileged. We can decide to say yes to our dreams unlike most humans in history. The first step is realising it.

That’s why on May the 20th 2018 I’m leaving London. Cycling South East and pedalling until I end up back where I started. 2 years, 60+ countries, ~120,000km in the saddle. Carrying food and water for weeks where there’s no supplies. Living in a giant waterproof sock where there are no beds.

I’m not raising awareness for charity (although here are some you might like to support). Equally I’m not supported by any brands. I ride because I’ve realised there’s nothing stopping me.

You can follow my journey through my tracker map, photos and writing right here. On Strava, TinyLetter and (of course) Instagram.

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Ben Bowler is the Co-Founder of Chew, the live streaming community that connects a new generation of DJs, producers and personalities. Having built his career in music and media companies AEI Media and Vice, he noticed young fans today are no longer passive consumers but content creators as well. Launching Chew in January 2015 the community has exploded internationally in the first year and Ben has received press and industry notice, being awarded the IMS Visionaries award last year. Ben continues to build and expand Chew internationally throughout 2016.
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