The night before the trip began, a double rainbow appeared over the Atlantic in Yorktown. From the hotel courtyard, we all joked how it was a good omen for the trip. It turned out it was more than just wishful thinking: TransAm 2016 was, by any account, a complete success, and I’m sad that it’s […]Read more "It goes on"
In 1875, Ebenezer Bryce settled in south-central Utah, becoming the otherwise empty area’s first permanent resident. He famously described the land as “A hell of a place to lose a cow,” and he would go on to be the person for whom Bryce Canyon National Park is named. If southern Utah is a hell of a place […]Read more "A Hell Of A Place To Lose A Cow: Adventures in Utah and Nevada"
I’m unsure where to start, so I guess I’ll dive right in. A week ago, Bike and Build cyclists Anne Davis and Laura Stark were hit by a car while biking. Anne was killed and Laura is in critical condition. This is my third summer on a cross-country tour, and this is the third time […]Read more "RIP Anne Davis"
Much of the joy of the TransAm has been how new everything is. A year ago, I was mostly concerned about reliving all the best parts of my 2014 tour, which was a mistake. This time, I haven’t even been in many of these states, much less stayed the night. The childlike wonder I felt in 2014 […]Read more "Runnin’ on through the Rockies"
I’m a bit pinched for time, so here’s a photo diary from Missouri and Kansas: A cyclists’ hostel in Farmington, MO complete with air conditioning, laundry, and beds. Basically a five star hotel.Read more "Missouri & Kansas: Rhymes with misery & A lot of nothing"
There’s quite a bit of hooplah about Virginia on the TransAm. I didn’t really want to believe my native land was considered hellish, unforgiving, and among the most challenging states on the route. But compared to Virginia, Kentucky was much smoother, literally and figuratively. Adam said Kentucky’s slogan might as well be, “Kentucky: Pretty much what you thought […]Read more "My continued adoration of the Bike the US for MS alumni family"
“Route leading is cake,” I thought to myself, like an idiot in the spring, arrogantly undermining the calamity that is the first week of any trip. Week one of TransAm 2016 was consistent in its attempt to smash both my sanity and the team’s collective legs, but we are here in Kentucky, and things are […]Read more "A waitress called me “Babydoll” and other things from Kentucky"
In 2000, I was given Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 mistakenly for my birthday. My best friend and neighbor, Tim, said he planned to get me Cool Boarders 3, but he and his mom could only find THPS2. I couldn’t be bothered that the gift was a second-choice, as we ripped off the cellophane packaging and […]Read more "California, here we come"
The final ride of the Northern Tier is a 33-mile trot from Snohomish, in through the north end of the city. We wake up at the Snohomish Youth Soccer Fields, tear down our tents one last time, zip up our kits, and get ready for the day of days. Our celebrations are uniquely calculated: the cyclists ride rogether down […]Read more "And so it ends"
I stumbled out of the van and into the hospital. The receptionist was an elderly woman, and I tried to sound as collected as I could when I maladroitly approached the window and said, “I…can’t stop vomiting.” I suppose it all started on our last day in Montana, when Ayhson found himself sick and sad […]Read more "An immolation in Idaho: Mike goes to the E.R."