In September of 2004, my papa had worked for the private submarine company
for more than two years, and he had not taken any vacation. His boss, who
was his friend, was worried about him, so he asked him to take the time off,
or he would lose it. But papa didn’t like to just sit around, doing nothing.
He wanted to be accomplishing something. One of the hobbies that he picked
up was bicycling. Whenever he had the time, he liked to ride his bike from
his house to his sister’s place, which was about 20 miles away. It took him
a couple of hours, and it was a workout, and he really enjoyed it. He
decided to take his longest ride yet. Instead of just going a few towns
over, he wanted to go a few states over. He plotted a route that went
all the way from Chicago to Kansas City. What a lot of people don’t know is
that there are two Kansas Cities. One is in Missouri and the other is in
Kansas, of course. They’re right next to each other, and the one in Missouri
is actually larger. He had already been to Missouri, because of his friends
who lived in Independence, which is considered part of the whole Kansas City
area. The distance from where he started was over 630 miles, and it took him
two weeks to ride the entire way! He rode about 45 miles per day, which is
pretty impressive, I must say. He couldn’t really explain to me why he chose
to go there. He just wanted to. Once he made it to Kansas City, Kansas, he
spent one night there. He donated his bicycle to a charity for kids. Then he
took a plane back home. I think this was a pretty cool thing that he did,
and I’m so proud of him. Maybe one day, I’ll do something like it, but
probably not to Kansas City, since it’s 1,700 miles from here!
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