We got spoiled in the Netherlands: bike lanes two meters wide, perfectly paved, geography so flat it weirdly feels like downhill. This past week the Real Bike Tour began: ten hour days in the saddle, nights spent camping, sometimes legally. We dirtbag it up, crusty with sweat and sunburnt, perched outside supermarkets while we devour the day’s bread and cheese and whatever bottom shelf booze tickles our fancy. Does this grassy knoll have Wifi?
Madulthood is a state of permanent transition. Everything changes so fast; one minute you have a job in the Rockies and no place to live, the next you’ve agreed to move into a cabin in the woods with no cell reception. The trees outside the giant windows stand ankle-deep in a carpet of white. The wood stove pops, releases smoky cedar flavor. Everything looks so peaceful, but it’s a transitional peace, the calm before the storm. It’s crunch time for MadRim Productions.
It got worse before it got better. And then it got hilarious, and then it got hysterical.
It’s the dark side of Madulthood. The incessant struggle, the realization that all our stuff is in a state of decay. Clothes have holes, electronics malfunction, everything is cracked or scratched or dented.
The dark side of Madulthood.The constant application, to jobs, schools, programs. The condition of being so employable, yet not employed. “Applying, not crying,” as Tara says.
MadRim Productions hits the road and finds joy in the ensuing chaos. Madison and I are basically running a business out of her Toyota T100, a very patient and durable vehicle. Still, things vanish all the time, and we’re always sifting through the packs and jackets and sleeping bags and trash for the other shoe or a lighter or sunglasses. All batteries have conspired against us, always empty.
However frustrating it can be, the incessant movement is invigorating. It’s an ideal life, an easy clarity visible through the strung-out anarchy of having no idea what’s going on. We know how to move, how to pack, how to make friends everywhere we go.
Introducing MadRim Productions! We are Madison and Miriam, new filmmakers, two seriously funny, bad-ass Millennials from the mountains of Colorado. Self-Made is the story of sustainable industry, a documentary about the vibrant world of Fabrication Labs, where artists and engineers are collaborating to reinvent the way we make things. The planet is changing, and MadRim Productions will be there to define this new century we’re exploring.
Hours after I arrived in Colorado, the camp was on. Madison picked me up at the airport, and after a brief hello in Denver, the next day Jilli and I were planning the trip in Fort Collins. Madison, Jilli, and I woke up in Boulder butt-ass early the next morning and a series of gas stations and pick-ups later–plus one road side stop at four o’clock to gaze at the stars–two big cars of madults met sunrise in the woods, rocking the shocks on roads I would never have dreamt of driving over.
Welcome to Madulthood beta.
This is our blog. We are currently discussing the meaning of life. When we have found the appropriate answers for you, we will post them here.
“Bicycling is a lifestyle. I’m in it for sexy spandex, the musical exchange, sustainability, and VIP parking.”