I love where I live, both generally and specifically. New England, its twisting roadways, dense greenery, and historical charm, is a great place to ride a bike. And the little house I share with my wife and two boys is more or less perfect, perched most of the way down a dead end road on the back of a big park. It’s quiet, but also close to the city. I can ride a road bike or a mountain bike straight out the end of my driveway and be into good pedaling within 10-15 minutes. In the grand lottery of location, location, location, we’ve won. It was luck. I am lucky.
None of that keeps me from thinking of living elsewhere.
My grandparents lived in a little bungalow on the side of a hill in mid-Wales, sprawling green fields dotted with sheep, narrow lanes hemmed by hedges that rise and dip through more and more beautiful greeness. I could live there. I would wheel my way north to Snowdonia. I would quaff the scent of cow shit on the breeze and smile and push on. I could be happy there. The mountain biking is absolutely insane.
I could think about Northern California, too. I hesitate to even type words here, because Patrick talks and writes about his home so well. Norcal has the climate and the beauty, too.
This week’s Group Ride asks, where would you relocate, if you had to relocate? I mean, to live, not just to visit. I could see visiting Alpe d’Huez, but I’d hate to have to go over the top of that towering mound every day just to get an espresso or piece of fresh fish. There are a lot of great places to visit, but…where would you live?