By the end of my cross-country journey, I'd decided to become an entrepreneur.
I felt like a fool as I watched the train pull away from the station. I was standing on the side of the railroad tracks at dawn in Kamloops, British Columbia, freezing. I kept a brave face as I waved good-bye to the friends I'd made during the two-day trip. But my smile faded as the last car disappeared. I took a deep breath and gazed at my surroundings. I was alone in a strange place with nothing but a few duffle bags and a cardboard box. The facts could no longer be ignored: it was the first day of my much anticipated cross-country bicycle trip, and I was woefully unprepared.
I hadn't counted on going solo. For years, a friend ...