I landed in Zagreb, Croatia in early May of 2005. Right after landing at the airport, I got my luggage, which was my mountain bike and bike bags that was all boxed up in a typical cardboard bike box, and I went to the curb outside the airport and started putting the bike together. It didn’t take too long. Maybe about thirty or forty minutes. But after it was built, I left the box for someone to put in the trash, and started biking in the direction that I thought was the city center. It was a bike ride I will never forget. Not knowing a single person who lived in Croatia, and not knowing where the heck I was going to was all sorts of fun, and I hope to do it again.