Why This Tour; Why Now?

I think the best way I can say it is, “Things tend to continue exactly as they are unless you change them.”

A lot of interesting work happens here.
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A lot of interesting work happens here.

My Schedule

Up until a few days ago, I worked at a lab. It was a good job. There was a lot I loved about it.

If I had that job ten years ago, I’d have rolled with it for many years, helping scientists build interesting workflows to do unique research. It would have been perfect for the 2016 version of me. But between now and then something fundamental shifted: I’ve became much more aware of the finality of death, and the loss of opportunity that comes with declining health.

A few years back I lost my father, after a long slow decline into dementia. I’ll never stop missing him of course, but I spent a lot of time with him in later years and that helped ease the loss. Last year, my close cousin died from an awful aggressive cancer, and it happened faster than anyone was prepared for. I deeply regret not spending more time with him. I was living with a delusion, based on my experience with my Dad: There would always be just a little bit more time, so I could push our social plans out just a little bit more and it would be fine.

I had this plan, see. I would convince him to hang out with me for an hour or so every week, and we would record our conversations, and he would tell me all the stories from his youth and adulthood that I missed or forgot. All the things that his own kids were still too young to hear. I would edit the recordings, and then in a few years I would start giving them to his kids, a batch at a time, so they could still learn about their dad. It was a great plan. But my own relatively tiny concerns with work and schedules and stress kept pushing it just a little bit into the future. I had the chance to do it, and suddenly it was gone. Now I feel very, very stupid.

It also made me very thoughtful. I would go to the lab, and in the middle of a meeting or writing some code, a little bomb would explode in my head: “Who’s next? Who are you going to lose next, while you’re sitting here waiting for it to happen?”

The lab had a policy of two discontinuous remote days per week. I wanted the chance to see friends and relatives who lived farther away. I knew I was spoiled by previous jobs: For the last seven years, even before the pandemic, my managers had not cared where in the world I was, as long as I got things done and hit my marks at meetings. Having that flexibility felt urgent in a way it hadn’t before. I asked for the chance to work remotely for longer periods. “I don’t even want more remote days,” I said. “I want to rearrange the days I have, so I get longer intervals. Then I can travel and see people.”

After a year of asking, inside and outside the lab bureaucracy, the final straw came when I lost my cat. I’d rescued her as a kitten and she’d been a constant in my life for over 20 years. It was aggressive cancer, and it took her even faster than it took my cousin. Suddenly I was done waiting around for life to take more things away. I had to see people; I had to be in more places.

I asked for a different schedule one more time and was turned down, so I declared mid-April would be my last week. I’d been agonizing for a year and it still felt sudden. I think my boss was surprised I actually followed through. So was I, honestly. My friends encouraged me to make the change, but my relatives were split. Some of them thought I was crazy to leave a stable gig, especially in this economy shell-shocked by AI and global conflict. There’s only a handful of places in the world where research like this happens and I’m lucky to be involved.

Well, as they say, you can do anything but you can’t do everything. And some things you can do now, but not later.

My Body

My job was great, and there was also something great about the routine I had around it. Halfway between the house and the office is a café, and the coffee and food there are so good that instead of calling it by its real name, I just call it “Best Café.

Why does it deserve that title? Because of all the places I’ve tried in the world so far, including cafés in Paris, Copenhagen, New York, etc., that café makes the best iced mocha.  They start by scooping chocolate ganache into a glass with an ice cream scooper, then stirring it by hand to melt it.  They stack ice on top of that, and pour hot espresso and a bit of cream over it, melting most of the ice and forming a drink with several layers by the time it gets into your hands.

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This iced mocha is so good that I couldn’t resist buying it every time I went from the house to the office. So at least three days a week I bought this extremely rich drink and finished about a third of it on the way to my desk. Some days I would work at the café, snacking on the very dense quiche or frittata, or curried chicken salad, or poached eggs and sausage. I was probably eating a third more calories every day than I actually needed, in spite of riding the bicycle uphill to the café.

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When the emotional turmoil set in, of feeling like I should be somewhere else but also feeling like I had a great thing going, I addressed it by eating my emotions. When you have a “Best Café” within easy reach, it’s easy to take that option. It’s honestly surprising that I only gained 15 or 20 pounds over a year and a half.  My body somehow ignored most of the extra calories — or perhaps my brain turned them into code.

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Starting last year, I’ve been able to grab a wad of extra flesh about the size of a baseball in my fist, from just beneath my belt.  It’s at the point where I have to unsnap my pants on long car drives to be comfortable. I refuse to deal with this by just buying bigger pants.

I’m appalled that I can’t go up a single flight of stairs without feeling winded. I’m horrified that my pants feel constricted just when I’m standing straight up. I’m depressed that sometimes when I’m in the shower, I can’t see my own junk unless I lean forward.  I’m too young to stop being on a face-to-face basis with my own junk! … Or maybe just too vain.

Years ago I wrote an entry about my relationship with food, which was mostly about the emotional component in my eating. Some people can be surrounded by amazing food and diligently manage their intake regardless of what they’re feeling. Not me. I’ve always had a hedonistic streak, and it’s how I counterbalance the side of me that’s prone to bleakness and depression.  Modern medicine has ways to cancel out that part, but after 50 years I feel like I would lose a kind of personal continuity, or sense of who I am, if I intervened that way.  Also, the lows I reach are relatively shallow compared to some other people around me – some of my favorite people in fact – and I would feel like a fraud if I couldn’t handle mine through some natural means. If I wander too far away from nature in the management of my brain, I face difficult questions about who or even what I am.  Gratefully I can choose to avoid those.

Is that choice rational? Nope! Very little of what people do is rational. Since I can’t resist a perfect iced mocha, especially when I’m rushing to my first meeting of the day, I’m putting 5000 miles between me and the café it comes from. Rationality is how we do science, but our lives are utterly dominated by emotions — including the ones we don’t know we’re feeling.

One of my favorite lessons from the book “The Switch” is, “Environmental tweaks beats willpower, every single time.” To make a real course correction, I can’t just burn a zillion calories in a week and effectively starve myself into a different shape. I have to keep that downward caloric pressure and upward metabolic pressure in place for much longer, and at the same time pay more attention to what my body is really saying.

Hence, bike tour. Like previous tours, I actually expect to eat ravenously, but at the same time I expect to burn such an outrageous amount of energy that my body will change shape in spite of it.  Food will taste amazing, but as long as I am conscious of what my stomach and my guts and my limbs are really saying, and as long as I keep pedaling, I can expect positive change.

My People

Some of my friends and family have moved farther away in the last few years. Out of the state, or out of the country entirely. A job that needs me on-site for most of every week isn’t compatible with seeing them, so that needed to change, but it’s also likely that my next job will require me to be within the continental US. Since I don’t know how much time I have for international travel, I’m starting with a trip abroad.

After seeing Iceland, I was keen on exploring more of the far north in Europe, but never got the chance. When I arrived by ferry in Hirtshals at the end of 2001, I saw that I could immediately board another ferry bound for Norway. What if I could get to Hirtshals again, and make it one continuous bicycle tour geographically, even though there’s a gap in time of five years? That would be cool.

The smartest way to explore Norway is to follow the coast, then head inland if the weather permits. And you know what Norway has a lot of? Hills. More than Iceland, more than New Zealand, more than any other place I’ve been so far. I’m going to climb a zillion hills and I’m going to like it.

I’d also like to see more of Copenhagen, and Denmark in general, where my grandfather was born. And, I’d like to retrace some of the explorations my Mom did over 50 years ago, including Amsterdam, where one of my best friends now lives. We’ll see how much time I have.

Time to pack things up again!

A pretty good packing job.
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A pretty good packing job.

About a week before departure time, I kitted out the recumbent with all my touring gear, to do a “road test.” I took the bike up to Best Café – where else – and sat outside eating a slice of cake, thinking about how it was probably the last time I would be going here for a long while.

A full gear test up by my favorite cafe
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A full gear test up by my favorite cafe

A woman wandered by and asked to take a picture of the bike, then told me a long tale about one of her sons, who lives in Texas currently but is a life-long bike tourist. “It’s not how I would do things,” she said, “but it’s great for him. He’s been all over, and he loves his life. He and his wife just spent a month biking around France!”

“Ah yes,” I thought to myself. “I forgot about this bit. More than any other kind of vehicle, a loaded touring bike gets attention.” This bike had been parked outside the café a couple of times every week for well over a year, and hundreds of people walked by it without comment. But this time I had the touring gear on. I chatted with the lady for half an hour, then she waved goodbye … and wandered back five minutes later because she forgot to take the photograph.

It was a reminder to me, that I was making a massive change to my life, and it was entirely voluntary. This could have been like every other week. All I had to do, was nothing.

The Other Me

There’s a version of me that did do nothing. In a month, instead of being in Norway, he’ll be at his desk at the lab. In six months, he’ll be at his desk. Roll forward five more years and he’ll probably have enough money saved up to pay off his mortgage and effectively retire. From the outside looking in, no one will accuse him of making a bad decision.

He’s probably even pudgier than I am now, and he’s probably using a CPAP machine to deal with his sleep apnea, and he probably regrets not seeing his friends and family. But he’s got his name on a bunch of papers and he helped a lot of great science happen, and he’s probably enjoyed another 700 of the best iced mochas on the planet, and now that he’s retired maybe he can try and get back into shape.

That me is well taken care of. He’ll be fine. But I think I’m getting the better deal.

What’s different about riding a recumbent bike?

Biking in New Zealand is pretty nifty.
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Biking in New Zealand is pretty nifty.

As soon as people spot the bike, they ask me, “is it better than a regular one?”

Well, I’m probably biased, because I spend a lot of time on this contraption.  But I still have a regular bike – two actually – and I feel like this time in the saddle has given me some good perspective.

I used this excellent page as a base, and it’s no surprise I agree with most of it.

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Reasons riding a recumbent is better, in order:

1: Comfort

If I ride a regular bike for a day, my wrists hurt.  On the second day, my tailbone starts hurting.  On the third day, my neck starts hurting.  A day or two after that I get saddle sores unless I’m wearing shorts with a pad in the ass.

When I was a teenager I didn’t have these problems, but then again, as a teenager I never rode a bike for eight hours straight, day after day.  That started in my 30’s, when bike touring seized me and became a permanent part of my life.  Only a few years into that, I discovered the recumbent.

You can ride a recumbent bike for hours, day after day, and nothing is sore:  Not your wrists, not your butt, not your hands, not your neck, not your feet.  You don’t need padded gloves.  You don’t need a cushion in your pants.  Saddle sores?  Never.

For me, this is life-altering, and even if riding a recumbent had no other advantages, I would ride it for this.

When I’m out on the bike, I’m often passed by groups of lycra-coated men with zero body fat and grim expressions, powering their way up the slope I’m patiently climbing.  I will never, ever be as fast, or as in shape, or as aggressive on the road as they are. Comfort is my priority.  (I suppose after a year or so I could get used to the act of grinding my genitals down onto a hard plastic seat the size and shape of an egret’s head, but good grief, why?)  If comfort is your priority too, a recumbent will delight you.

2: Collisions

If you run into something, you hit it feet first, and your bike doesn’t suddenly turn into a catapult.  You have a chance to cushion the impact with your legs and back, to stop yourself from flying forward.  On a regular bike there’s no such chance:  If your momentum is high, you’re gonna fly.

Over many years, I’ve had a couple of unavoidable impacts that just left me startled, sitting there on a suddenly stationary recumbent, when the same impact on a regular bike would have probably pulverized one of my shoulders or disfigured me.  One was with a full garbage can going down an unlit street at night, the other was with a wooden fencepost when I misjudged a gap.  Zero injuries, except for some gnarly-looking sprocket marks on the post.  (I admit that both times I was going at an unsafe speed.)

3: A better view

All the time, you have a panoramic view of your surroundings.  You never need to strain to look up or forward.  If you have gadgets on your handlebars, they’re held just below the line of the horizon.  You never need to turn your head away from the road to look at them:  You just move your eyes.

This is not just safer, it’s more fun.  All day long, your body is positioned to see the world rather than the ground.  And I know this will sound alarming to people who don’t ride bikes for hours, but it’s really nice that you can easily steer a recumbent with one hand, and operate a phone, check a map, eat a sandwich, or hold a drink with the other.

4: More attention from observers.

The classic vision that people scare themselves with, is of a recumbent cyclist disappearing below the roof of a car, making them invisible to cars on the far side.  Practically speaking, cyclists of any size are obscured by cars all the time, because people drive giant SUVs, vans, and trucks.  The point is always to make sure you as a cyclist are placing yourself in a space that is not relevant to the cars that can’t see you.  Don’t hurry, don’t blow red lights, and don’t do anything you would find confusing as a driver.

Yes, recumbents are shorter.  Somewhere between one and two feet shorter, depending on how low they’re built.  But you know what else they are?  Weird.  There may be five other cyclists on the road at an intersection, but you know which one all the drivers and pedestrians will be aware of first?  The recumbent.  They’ll be staring at you.  They will absolutely know you are there.

In practical experience I’ve found that this factor increases your safety more than your height reduces it.  Like, a lot more.

5: Wind

Your wind profile is between one quarter and one third smaller, from the front.  Headwinds affect you less.  There are days when you’ll be very grateful for this, and other days when you’ll just shrug.  Wind from the side affects you the same as a regular bike.

A recumbent gives you another interesting option:  You can put a fairing on the front.  I’ve used them before and they do help, but the compromise in energy between reduced drag and added weight makes them a poor choice for touring.

6: Stopping

If you need to stop hard very suddenly, you end up standing, rather than scrambling to balance.  There’s that safety factor again.  This is less of a problem on fully-loaded bikes of course.

7: Less appealing to thieves

Recumbent bikes can be expensive.  But they’re also really specific pieces of gear.  A professional thief knows they will have a hard time selling one, so your bike is less of a target.  A daylight theft is also less likely because the thief will have a hard time riding it away from the crime scene.

On the other hand, if you’re in a giant city with a local “homeless” population — well, weird people like weird things, and they may steal it just because it looks weird.  Then they will pass it along to a black market dealer, probably only for the equivalent of 20 bucks – in cash or drugs – which is awful for everyone but the dealer.

Overall, the balance is in your favor as a recumbent rider, and if you lock it up amongst other bikes, you will worry much less about it being stolen even if it’s way more expensive than its neighbors.

Personally, I’ve had many bikes stolen over the years, including recumbents.  But the only time I actually got one back was because it was a recumbent:  Even with the stickers and accessories removed and the serial number filed off, it was clearly recognizable.

8: Falling over

Letting yourself fall over to avoid injury is counter-intuitive, but it’s true that on a regular bike, especially a loaded one, you can get injured trying to stop a fall as easily as from falling.  

When you’re on a recumbent and you’re overbalanced at low speed – because you had to swerve to avoid something, perhaps – it’s often better to just tuck your elbows and pitch right over with the bike.  You don’t fall very far because you’re already in a seated position low to the ground.  You land with less than half the force of an upright fall, probably more like a third, and the weight of the bike itself is taken by the side of the chair.  Also, you don’t get tangled in the bike because there’s no saddle or frame between your legs, and the top tube doesn’t shoot up into your tender bits.

To bystanders it’s alarming because you have indeed fallen over.  You didn’t hop around and appear to save yourself at the last minute, you just went to the ground, so there’s potentially some kind of emergency happening.  Onlookers get concerned; bless them.  Stand up, dust yourself off, smile, and laugh for their sake.

When I’m teaching people how to ride recumbents I always bring them to a park on the second day and order them to just fall over on the grass a bunch of times, so they’re not afraid of it.

9: You can carry more stuff

An under-seat rack is the equivalent of a rack on the front wheel of a regular bike, so no difference there.  Where a recumbent really shines is the rear rack:  Your legs and feet are well clear of it, so you can put some truly enormous bags there.

Plus if you use “tiller-style” steering like I do, your handlebars have loads of room for gadgets!

Ready for some sing-along riding!
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Ready for some sing-along riding!

Reasons riding a recumbent is worse:

1: Harder to get used to

Many years on this bike have made the initial awkwardness of learning how to ride one feel like a minor thing to me, but that awkwardness still matters.  Pedaling a recumbent for the first time is weird and a bit scary, even if you’ve been riding regular bikes your whole life.

Perhaps you’ll think you’re the exception, and you’ll take a few spins around the block, nearly crash four times in the space of five minutes, and then decide that because you didn’t enjoy that experience, recumbents are not for you.  That would be a shame!  If you stick with it you’ll realize it’s amazing, and regular bikes will start to feel awkward and painful.  (Like, confusingly painful.)

2: Climbing is harder

People debate about this sometimes but I’ve been on recumbents for almost two decades, and I feel settled about it.  There are two factors:

The first is, standing up.  On a regular bike it’s possible to flex your leg all at once, shoving your entire body mass upward, and locking (or nearly locking) your knee, when you’re near the top of a pedal stroke.  A.k.a standing up in the pedals.  Then you keep your knee straight as you ride the pedal down.  The energy cost of doing that quick extension is slightly less than the cost of extending your leg by pushing during the downstroke, because you’re using the muscle for less time.  On a recumbent you can press your butt into the seat and get quite a lot of force into the pedal, possibly even more than standing up would do, but it’s not the same kind of move.  Also, if you do this a lot your butt will start hurting!

Standing up in the pedals is something people do only in certain situations, like when they want to blow up a short hill quickly, and it can be very effective there.  People learn naturally when it makes sense.  If you’re on a giant hill, you could stand up in the pedals and exhaust yourself, then stop and take a break, and that could help as well — though the energy cost of sucking all that wind will cancel most of it out.  Long-range tourists, recumbent or otherwise, tend to just gear way down and spin, burning enough energy to move but not enough to get out of breath.  So, being unable to stand has an effect, but not a universal one.

The second factor is, on very steep hills, you’re tilted back and your legs are raised.  This is a less natural position and your body has to work a little harder to move your blood around.  Is this bad for you?  Again, speaking with a couple decades of experience, I can tell you it gets annoying if you have to climb for hours, but never feels like it’s causing harm.  It’s just part of the workout.

3: Sun and rain

Unless you have a lot of melatonin, you can’t tour on a recumbent wearing shorts, because your shins will sunburn.  Eventually the same will happen to your arms, unless you wear long sleeves.  Even the tops of your hands will get more sun.

The other problem is rain.  You can’t just wear spats on top of cycling shoes, because your feet are vertical.  You need rain pants, and likely waterproof socks as well.  You will also find that in extreme rain, water will soak through the zipper on the front of your jacket, because the water lingers there and gets pushed in by the wind.  It’s very hard to find a solution for this.  Eventually I started using a rain jacket made for kayakers:  It has no front zipper at all.

4: You need a mirror

Your view forward, and to the sides, is much better.  But you can’t turn your shoulders in the seat to look directly behind you.  So you’re forced to get a mirror and learn how to use it.

Whether this increases your safety overall is complicated:  The view through a mirror is smaller, but you tend to check it a lot more because you can just flick your eyes to it instead of turning your upper body.

Cyclists can hear most cars coming, but a cyclist without a mirror does not turn their body around to look at every car that approaches because it’s too much work.  That car could be coming straight at them because the driver wandered out of the lane while checking their phone, and the cyclist would never know until they got plowed under.  A cyclist with a mirror can easily check the size and position of every car.  A cyclist without a mirror is using (literally) blind faith.

I’ll never know how many times I’ve avoided serious injury (or even death) because I spotted a big vehicle coming up behind me too close to the edge of the lane, and I moved way over on the shoulder or off the road entirely while it passed.  It could be zero, it could be a hundred.  I figure it’s somewhere in between, so I think a mirror is important.  On a recumbent, a mirror is mandatory.

Some people put mirrors on their helmets.  That’s cool.  I have one mounted on my handlebars just where I rest my hand, so I can quickly move it and keep a good view of the lane behind me on hills or long curves.

5: Long climbs will make your neck sore

Since you’re leaning back a bit instead of forward, your head is pitched farther back when you’re climbing a steep slope.  After a long time, the muscles on the front of your neck will get sore, which is very annoying.  On a regular bike this doesn’t happen:  A steep slope just means your neck goes to a more natural position.

You can mitigate this with a headrest, but it’s hard to find one that’s comfortable for you personally.

6: It’s harder to avoid small things at speed

This is specifically about little objects.  Big ones that you can see coming are still easy to avoid.

When you’re on an upright bike, you can quickly stand in the pedals and jig the handlebars sideways to avoid a pothole or a rock in the road.  You can also jump before you hit something small, reducing the impact on your wheels, which can avoid a busted rim or punctured tube.  On a recumbent these moves aren’t available:  Sometimes you spot a thing in the road at high speed and all you can do is brace for impact.

In fifteen years or riding all over the place, has this caused me problems?  Two times:  Once on the outskirts of Toledo, on a crumbling shoulder of a road dotted with snow, I saw a pothole in my headlight and couldn’t steer around it or jump, and the front wheel hit so hard that my rim cracked.  (I was using V-brakes at the time and braking hard, which was a factor.)

The second time was in New Mexico, when I saw a scrap of truck tire and couldn’t jig around it, and the tiny threads of steel belting stabbed into my own tire and gave me a flat.

7: Awkward on public transport

Buses sometimes have front racks, and recumbents will fit in them a little over half the time.  When they don’t it’s usually because the wheel holders are too narrow.

Buses and commuter trains sometimes have hooks, where people hang bikes up.  Most short-wheelbase recumbents can be hung up this way, but not if the hooks are too close together, or too close to the ceiling.

Shuttle drivers will sometimes tell you to put bikes in a cargo area under the floor, and to make a recumbent fit you may need to remove the seat, which is complicated.

All this awkwardness is something you need to be ready for.

8: Awkward indoors

Recumbents take up more space in hotel rooms.  They’re harder to fit in elevators, and you’ll need to stand them vertically more often.  You can sometimes carry a regular bike up a set of stairs by only partially unloading it, but with a recumbent you’ll need to unload it all the way.

9: Awkward on trails

The long-range touring I do is not the cross-country style.  I’m on roads or easy bike paths all the time.  I made a few exceptions in New Zealand and enjoyed it, but I still have to say:  If you want to go barreling down a mountain trail, don’t take a recumbent.  It’s harder to maneuver a recumbent bike on a complicated surface, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

10: More expensive to ship

Recumbents are bigger, and they pack bigger.  Some recumbents have fancy couplings in the frame that allow you to split it in half for transport, and that helps, but it’s still more volume than a regular bike.  You’ll need an oversize sporting equipment box to move one by airplane, or you’ll need to split the bike across two boxes.

The same can apply to train journeys when cargo space is limited.  Instead of chucking the whole loaded bike into the luggage car they may ask you to disassemble it into a narrow box, and you may end up paying for two.

Let’s acknowledge that being able to take these things on planes and trains at all is amazing…  But yeah, you’re gonna spend more.

So should you ride a recumbent?

I thoroughly believe you should at least try one. If you adjust it sensibly so you don’t feel cramped or overextended (and once you get over the weirdness barrier) you’ll really appreciate the comfort and the view. Whether that matters enough in your daily life to actually go and buy one, is another matter.

Recumbents are popular with older folks. They switch to them from regular bikes, to get away from wrist or back pain. I started riding one at the relatively young age of 33, and though it was nice to be liberated from wearing shorts with a pad in the ass, what sealed the deal for me was the range: I could take that bike 50 miles in a day, up and down mountains, one day after another, and I didn’t have to be a mega-athlete to do it. I just had to be stubborn enough to keep pedaling. Will you enjoy one for your casual weekend rides, or your shopping trips? Maybe; I sure do! But you won’t find the benefits so compelling.

Either way, get out there and ride!

Replacement buckles for Ortlieb bags

If you travel with Ortlieb bags long enough, the buckles will eventually break. They’re rather dainty because they’re designed to flex easily, so you don’t waste any time opening the bags even with cold fingers.

I had a hard time figuring out what parts to get when the buckles for my add-on pockets broke. Turns out they’re the same as the ones on my Sport Packer bags. When you replace them, though, you don’t need to worry about putting on the adjustable kind, because the straps are not meant to be adjustable. So you can use these:

https://us.ortlieb.com/products/repair-kit-for-stealth-side-release-buckles $7.00. These have an opening mechanism for easy repair, so you don’t have to cut and/or re-sew the straps. They fit with Office-Bag, Back-Roller, and Sport-Roller models with Stealth buckle, but remember, if you use these you won’t be able to pull the straps partway through to adjust the length.

You’ll need some way to cut off the old broken buckle, but the new one can just snap closed.

An inventory of the other buckles on the Ortlieb site:

Note that for buckles that are built into straps, you can get it replaced by paying a visit to a local upholsterer, shoemaker, or luggage repair shop. They’re likely to have the beefy sewing machines that can handle the bag material.

For Office-Bag since 1999 https://us.ortlieb.com/products/side-release-buckle-stealth-25mm-with-strap $4.00.

For Seat-Pack https://us.ortlieb.com/products/buckle-seat-pack $4.00.

For waist strap. Side-release buckle, 50 mm https://us.ortlieb.com/products/side-release-buckle-50-mm $7.00.

For all Bike-Tourer models without magnetic closure. 40 mm https://us.ortlieb.com/products/side-release-buckle-40-mm $7.00.

Stealth- side-release buckle, 25mm https://us.ortlieb.com/products/stealth-side-release-buckle-x $4.00.

For all Commuter-Bag, Commuter-Bag Two and Rack-Pack Urban models. https://us.ortlieb.com/products/x-lite-side-release-buckle $3.00.

Stealth buckle for all models, including the Back-Roller and Sport-Roller. Like the ones at the top of the page, except both sides of the buckle are included. https://us.ortlieb.com/products/repair-kit-stealth-side-release-buckle $8.00.

A Plan

Always make a plan.  If the plan isn’t working, don’t waste time beating yourself up.  Just make another plan.

My father

Getting data securely to me, starting from (almost) nothing:

If I’m out and about and my bike gets stolen, along with all of my gear – or worse yet, I get accosted by highwaymen who steal all my things by force and leave me stranded – my concern will be immediate physical safety.

Beyond that, and assuming there is at least some honest infrastructure I can use, my concern will be replacing my equipment. I have some important things memorized, but I also have a bandana I made with various secret information encoded on it.

So, assuming the criminals don’t strip the clothing off my head, I can contact friends and family, share identifying information, and authenticate with some online services. Another thing I can do with the bandana is exchange sensitive data over the internet by encrypting it, because it’s got a slightly obfuscated copy of my private RSA encryption key on it.

How does that work?

Let’s assume I’ve lost everything but the bandana, so I’m starting from scratch with some new blank laptop I bought in a local shop.

Using that I can connect to the internet and download various pre-encrypted things I’ve created, and access them with the key in the bandana. But I can also have people encrypt things and send them to me.

That’s why I made this post: The explanation below is the bare minimum people will need to safely send me things, large and small:

First thing you need is this public key:

-----BEGIN PUBLIC KEY-----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-----END PUBLIC KEY-----

Grab this text and paste it into a file called id_rsa.pub.pkcs8

To send:

Let’s say you have a big thing you want to send: secret.zip, a zipfile full of stuff.

We’re going to make a temporary key, encrypt that file with the key, encrypt the temporary key with my public RSA key, and package secret.zip and the encrypted temporary key together, like so:

$ openssl rand 64 | base64 -b 0 > key
$ openssl aes-256-cbc -in secret.zip -out secret.zip.enc -pass file:key
$ openssl rsautl -encrypt -oaep -pubin -inkey id_rsa.pub.pkcs8 -in key -out key.enc
$ tar -zcvf secret.tgz *.enc

The resulting file, secret.tgz, is what you’ll want to send me.

To receive:

When I get secret.tgz, I decompress it and find two files inside:

key.enc
secret.zip.enc

Then I run the following:

$ openssl rsautl -decrypt -oaep -inkey ~/.ssh/id_rsa -in key.enc -out key
$ openssl aes-256-cbc -d -in secret.zip.enc -out secret.zip -pass file:key

That gets me secret.zip, and the exchange is done.

It’s incredibly unlikely that I’ll ask anyone to send me things this way, but this page is here just in case.

A variation of this is how I intend to get all my data back in my hands even if I’m in a part of the world where everything I send or receive online is subject to eavesdropping or logging by weird state actors or random criminals.

References:

https://gist.github.com/fcoury/4890d7831d7e83ba1782 , https://www.bjornjohansen.com/encrypt-file-using-ssh-key