What’s the joke? What’s with the laughing cow?

I don’t know. The little dog though it hilarious to see a bovine vault over the moon; and maybe their rôles got reversed.

I certainly can’t jump over the moon. I can’t even jump a curb! So far I’ve never felt the need to learn this skill; but sometimes I think it would be a wise idea. Especially if I have any ideas about getting into bicycle touring.

Touring by bike might have to wait, as I’m having foot surgery in two weeks. But from what the podiatrist said yesterday, it won’t be that big a deal; and I can return to normal activities pretty quickly. So, what would I need for touring?

Would my hybrid bicycle suffice, fitted out with rack and panniers?

There are too many variables to go into here, but I know several things I need to work on: extending my daily distances; and developing better strength. 

Oh, and food! Campfire cooking? My regular long-ride chow? It’s too expensive to buy all meals pre-prepared; especially on a tour of more than one or two days.

But if I set out on a bicycle tour this minute, people would be laughing their heads off; and I’d be asking, What’s the joke?