My Bike Didn’t Show Up… I Should’ve Taken It as a Sign

I landed in San Francisco ready to start a 3,500 mile journey across the United States.Everything was planned. Every mile mapped out. I was ready.Except… my bike didn’t show up.Before the trip even started, things were already going wrong.I pushed forward anyway.By day three, I wanted to quit. The excitement was gone and reality hit hard. The miles felt heavier. The mental battle got louder.From brutal desert heat to feeling like I was going nowhere, this trip tested me fast.Flat tire. Running low on water. Losing daylight.I thought I had finally caught a break…Then everything changed.