The decision to go has gone like this...
1 day, I'll be "Yeah yeah yeah! Let's go!" The next day, I'm picturing navigating the most arduous, monstrous jeep trails on skinny tires at 2mph, stranded, alone, in the dark, uphill both ways. I picture being attacked by wild dogs and packs of angry 'Stanians. I even dreamed one night about being stuck in a town east of Istanbul, surrounded by 30 heckling children, and then realizing (in the dream) that I was supposed to be in China yesterday. And how would I get there!?
It very much feels like the anxiety that keeps you from falling asleep the night before a big race or event. I think the anxiety has been greater because I have not committed ($$) fully to the tour yet, but am having to project what might happen in the future in order to close on the decision for myself.
But then I ran into the Salsa Vaya (2012). That bike just feels steady freddy (but not too slow). I forget that I do actually know how to cycle (easy to forget these things over the winter). And taking the Vaya around the block in not-cold weather just feels lovely.
The bike is orange.
So now that I have a new bike, I reckon I'm going on this trip! (And didn't I know that all along? "You were so scared of the monster at the end of the book!") I'm pooling my funds for the trip into an account; I reckon I'll be writing a fat check in the next week or so.