We were in the middle of the Egyptian desert and the day had been perfect, so when we saw electrical storms on the horizon, we figured it was a pretty scene over the dunes. I woke up just after sundown to find that rain was flooding the road ahead of us …

“Go, Davy, go!” I screamed in terror. “He’s chasing you! Pedal fast!” Only moments ago, the 300 pound black bear had been standing a mere four feet from my side. Now, I stood, rooted in place, and watched it chase my ten-year-old son down the road …

“Holy Sh*t I’m going to die!” are words that have crossed my mind many, many times on my last two bike rides from London to Cape Town via the Middle East and from Korea to Cape Town via the Axis of Evil. I got shot at in Afghanistan, knocked off my bicycle (lots) by taxi drivers in South Africa …

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