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Have Little Podcast
I sit down with Chase Medina to discuss his experiences racing the Tour Divide this year. For those who don't know, it is a self-supported 2,745 mile mountain bike race that runs from Canada down to Mexico. We talk preparations, mental game, and what he would do differently now that he has experienced it.
We've been in our bus conversion for a little over a year now, and we have learned many important lessons. You are welcome to learn from our mistakes, as we discuss why we went plant-based, how the heat fried our brains, and the changes in the way we viewed our lives.
One of the biggest changes, was our creation of this podcast. And because of that, I would like to thank you for taking the time to listen to us. It is an absolute honor.
We're separating from the idea of #vanlife in this episode, and decide that we're better categorized as a part of a negligent loser society. Many topics are discussed in this unedited rambling - including, what is means to be a millennial, how old Henry Rollins is, and where we land in the class system. Riveting and raw, as usual. Enjoy!
In this episode, we discuss what it is to be an athlete. How can the term be applied? What are the characteristics of an athlete? And how do I become one? Mostly, we realize that there are many different types, and it isn't necessarily dependent on the type or quantity of activity that you do. In fact, it doesn't have much to do with anything physical at all.
Over the past year, Cody and I have been asked many questions about what it is like to live in a converted bus - including where do we usually park, and do we have electricity, heat, or air conditioning. The ways that we manage our day to day changes with the season, ranging from constantly retrieving ice in the summer, and finding power sources in the dark, cold winter. The bus is a living, breathing entity, requiring constant care, and this is just a taste of what that is like.
We recently attended a Beaverton City Council meeting regarding the proposed homeless camping ban. It is in this moment that I realize...we are considered homeless. In this episode, I discuss my former and current perceptions of homelessness, as well as some of the negative treatment that we receive from the people who are generally perceived as "normal" citizens.
Enter my world of wedding preparations as I decide on the dress. There are many avenues to consider, including not buying one at all. In the end, my only goal is to do no harm - to myself, or others. Many questions are raised, and few are answered as I try to solve the single-use dress dilemma.
In this Episode, we start from the very beginning. Let's call this Episode One, while the others are just experiments. Well, this is all an experiment, really. I dive into why we are "have little," and what that means. I also discuss what happens when someone spews hateful shit at you while you're out on a ride. This is raw, and unedited, so please enjoy!
My skin was radiating heat as the morning light streamed into the trailer. Outside, I heard ATVs ripping by and chickens clucking as the farm got going for the day. My goal was to start riding by 10am, and not a minute before. Just a single morning of silence, making coffee, made me feel like a monk. Peaceful, gentle, slow. The sun warmed the trailer, and I sat in my shorts, stirring my oatmeal. I was getting what I came for - warmth.
I started riding at 8:21am. My sleepless nights hadn't been affecting me as I had thought they would. Even my legs and strength were maintaining. But, my mental state was beginning to teeter. I developed an astral projection, separating from myself. My mind ate movie popcorn and watched my movements. What will she do next? She's liable to snap at any moment!
I realized all the crud that came from that one meal. I had gotten off of work, driven to the gigantic store, got lost and confused, welled further with anger, drove home in traffic, cut open the processed meat product, which rested on an indestructible black foam tray, and cooked it - splashing fat on the wall, and filling the bus with a sustaining, acrid odor. Our tiny living space has the memory of an elephant when it comes to stink. Best not to introduce it in the first place.