A history lesson before cake:
“The metric system is an international decimalised system of measurement, first adopted by France in 1791, that is the common system of measuring units used by most of the world. It exists in several variations, with different choices of fundamental units, though the choice of base units does not affect its day-to-day use. Over the last two centuries, different variants have been considered the metric system. Since the 1960s the International System of Units (“Système International d’Unités” in French, hence “SI”) has been the internationally recognised standard metric system. Metric units are widely used around the world for personal, commercial and scientific purposes. A standard set of prefixes in powers of ten may be used to derive larger and smaller units from the base units.
According to the US CIA World Factbook in 2006, the International System of Units is the official system of measurement for all nations except for Burma, Liberia, and the United States.” (Wikipedia)
To have my country grouped with Burma and Liberia—two countries with less than stellar records in, well, everything—is not my cause of celebration. I’m celebrating because miles—more specifically the 1,000 miles from Caribbean coast to Casa de Ciclista—are still more meaningful to me than infinite kilometers.
Bob and Surly are also American-made, and by default blissfully ignorant of the Metric System—unless you count their Japanese components, Chinese assembly, Australian-mined steel, Indian paint, Brazilian-harvested rubber, Indonesian tubes, British leather….
Happy 1,000 miles.