<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Bicycle on ngmarley.com</title><link>https://ngmarley.com/blog/tag/bicycle/</link><description>Recent content in Bicycle on ngmarley.com</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ngmarley.com/blog/tag/bicycle/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Traveling vs. Living</title><link>https://ngmarley.com/blog/traveling-vs-living/</link><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://ngmarley.com/blog/traveling-vs-living/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://media.ngmarley.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hobbiton-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://media.ngmarley.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hobbiton-m.jpg" alt="Hobbiton"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Hobbiton&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I got back from a trip to south Texas at 4:20 am this morning. A trip in which I realized that I really don&amp;rsquo;t like traveling &amp;ndash; at least not the &amp;ldquo;traveling&amp;rdquo; part. It was a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of driving, and a lot of my car falling apart {it now has 227,000 miles on it and makes some awful scraping noises}.&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; seeing new cultures &amp;amp; spending time getting to know an area, a culture and a people, but hate the actual transport part of it. I arrive to my destination tired and dirty. I don&amp;rsquo;t like being tired. Or dirty. I also usually arrive hungry, which I also don&amp;rsquo;t like being.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>