I've been trying to understand why I even care that " adventure" is being lost in translation.
Childhood trauma? At 12 yo , my neighbour and I decided it would be an fun to try travelling on our motorbikes instead of pushbikes. Unfortunately, we lived in suburbia so the Adventure began.
A phone call to the railway station " Are we allowed to take BIKES on the rural train to French Island" - tick, we had " permission" if anyone asked.... The unmanned train platform was only a 5 km walk away
Next challenge was the ferry - a similar phone call gave us "permission," , so after the train ride we arrived at the ferry. I suspect the master of that vessel enjoyed what followed - it was low tide, his boat was being loaded via a single plank from a much higher pier! At least when we arrived the pier had a low platform - but with VERY steep steps up . And sharks circling below. Imagine my horror as I rode to the top of those steps, lost balance as the front flipped over, and my faithful XL landed on the edge of a very long drop......
The following week was relatively uneventful. TOURING around an island with a population of 30 , mostly on GRAVEL roads, a bit of beach riding, camping in the FOREST , self sufficient and to be honest the only adversity was we hadn't brought any insect repellant ( no shops on the island)
Then the trauma - we arrived back in time for the return ferry and Mr Plod had taken the trip across..... our " bikes" had recreational registration , we had been exclusively on crown land, so the only law broken was the slight technicality that we were un licensed . Thankfully he was more interested in checking if we had guns!
That was the start of many adventures, and after 40 + years TOURING both solo and in groups, I identify as an ADVENTURE motorbike rider. I'll actively seek out adversity, and my annual once in a lifetime holiday list reads like the plot of a murder mystery. I've ticked most of the big box adveture rides in Australia - cape york, the kimberley, simpson dessert, victorian high country, coast to coast crossings and multiple loops of Tasmania - both dirt and road biased. Shipped the bike to New Zealand for 5 magical weeks with my wife , plus 2 weeks with a group . The obligatory helimed flight , numerous mechanical challenges . And LOTS of amazing friends along the way. I've organised and run multi day group rides into in accessible places on inappropriate bikes - including negotiating with super wife tobring the 4x4 and pick retrieve the German lass who mixed up ambition and ability ( a 4 hour solo 4x4 drive for my wife)
Great times, wonderfull memories, and nothing at allto do with cycling. So why do I care if Stephan thinks riding in a line along a gravel road sniffing butts is the definition of adventure?