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At the end of the month, I’m\u00a0embarking on\u00a0an epic three-day bike ride through\u00a0the Canadian Rockies.\u00a0I’m already hearing\u00a0excuses from my taint<\/a>\u00a0to avoid the\u00a090-mile\u00a0days on the\u00a0saddle. God knows\u00a0what your grundle<\/a> would feel like after 194 days and 18,000 miles. Mark Beaumont did just that, crushing the previous world record by 81 days, and publishing his\u00a0circumnavigation of the globe in the book, The Man Who Cycled The World<\/a>.<\/p>\n Not having read this book yet, I discovered a few reviews that I thought I’d share. They are generally mixed, but what do you expect? Now, if you’ve been on a bike trip, longer than the typical trip to the local grocer, you\u00a0may understand where I’m coming from.<\/p>\n One might expect dodging Taliban bullets or a courageous internal struggle\u00a0overcoming the miles. Perhaps incredibly poetical descriptions of wine country or saw-toothed terrain.\u00a0Really, if margaritas aren’t already blended for him when he pulls into the hotel’s parking lot at the end of the day, I can say there will probably be complaints of crotch soreness and too many mechanical problems, all sprinkled with a few episodes of soul searching and cultural insights.<\/p>\n But, as I will aim to do, I will open the book with an open mind knowing that however eloquent this book is, it’s a damn quest. One Mark should be proud of.<\/p>\n