Rest in Peace, Heinz Stucke, Who Saw the World by Bike

Heinz lived, in the most extreme way possible, my dream of traveling by bike. I’m reminded of the Annie Dillard quote:

> There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading -- that is a good life.

Whether she would have agreed that his was a life of the spirit, I don’t know, but I think so. I know from my own time in the saddle that long trips are sensory primarily in their suffering and the quest for more is sated when the miles and kilometers lose their meaning.

A day spent riding is mostly a waste. A life spent riding, I can only wish for.