I guess you could call it a midlife crisis.
I'd flown across the Atlantic Ocean for a weeklong cycling trip on this Spanish archipelago off the coast of Morocco. The crisis part came as I watched a Trek Travel guide hoist my Domane road bike onto the roof rack of the support van, and I sheepishly crawled into the passenger seat while the other cyclists on the trip pedaled up the hill and out of sight.
"We'll just give you a bump to the next rest stop," the guide said with an extra dose of enthusiasm to offset my palpable disappointment.
Let me back up: I love to bike. I also love to travel. My favorite kind of vacation is ... drumroll ... a cycling trip. Over...