My first bicycle journey

Many of my friends friends went in to the army after secondary upper school. I was free some weeks that summer before starting to work as a baker. I decided to cycle, to the summerhouse of my aunt and her husband in Dalarna in Sweden. The second day of the vacations I cycled away with my tent attatched to the handelsbars with tape, and my uncle's old moped bags. It was wonderful to cycle, but it made me tired in my body. The night I spended in an old toilet belonging to a abandoned house next to a lake. It was not in use (the toilet) so it didn't smell shit for those who wonder=) It was a swedish "dass", a traditional toilet, and it was big. So I took in the bicycle and my things. The next day I arrived to the summerhouse. When I went back I spended my night in the same place. Back in my town after this cycle journey I put the things at home and took my old bicycle to ride over to Sandra, my girlfriend. Then, after all of this distance , I crashed into a scooter with two 15 year old girls. Without helmet. But everything was ok, I was good, and the girls as well. The had been driving over to my side of the road, and then they were angry and told me that everything was my fault. I went angry, and I could only hope that some broke down on their scooter. I cycled on to Sandra, with a deformed bike. This was my first long journey with a bike.