I can see you, you know, rolling your eyes.
‘Here comes another dad with his child-on-bike anecdotes trying to convince us that he’s still cool and adventurous like us,’ you say to yourself, and then add, for my benefit, ‘Biking around with a kid on the back of your bike is not bikepacking.’
To which I say, Say that again. I can’t hear you. I have a toddler on the back of my bike singing her ABCs into my ear for the ninth straight time. What, you’re gear doesn’t do that? And now you’re telling me that your gear gets lighter, not heavier, with every single outing? But maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just being silly and defensive, and …
Sorry. Where were we? I just had to make a potty stop that included both a basic anatomy lesson and personal hygiene lesson. Oh yes, you were saying how my riding around with a 40-pound kid on the back of my bike doesn’t qualify as bikepacking. Let’s just agree to disagree, shall we?
The way I figure it, if the rest of us are sitting in our comfy homes dreaming of single track and mountain vistas, then all you bozos out there on the single track are spending your nights dreaming of bike lanes and freshly mowed lawns. That’s where I come in. Every couple of weeks, I’ll bring you an update from the world of the bike-commuting parent, where “long trek” means five miles, and that’s only because you forgot the lunchbox and had to turn around to get it.
Obviously, the first thing I need to do is come up with a term as cool “bikepacking” to describe what I do. My best candidates so far are “bike-yelling,” “bike-toppling,” and “not-biking.” Unless you can come up with something better, I’ll have to go with one of those.