Why America, why me?

Why America, why me?

In his book The Art of Travel, Alain De Botton suggests two motivators for travel: curiosity and the exotic. Anyone who has ever wondered what life is like where the grass is a different shade of green will likely admit to being seduced by curiosity. I suppose many...
On the Outside Looking In

On the Outside Looking In

“Are you going to buy a house when you finish?” “Where do you keep your tent?” “So you just keep going?” “Why?” These are all pretty solid questions to ask just about any cycle tourist—I’m sure my parents would love answers to more than one. The only surprising thing...
Can Over Cow: An Old Joke That’s No Laughing Matter

Can Over Cow: An Old Joke That’s No Laughing Matter

Although the landscape east of the Mississippi hasn’t exactly wooed me thus far (more on that in a later post), I have really enjoyed watching how the barns change from one state to another. This one caught my attention because it was white, where most of the...
The Grass Is Always Greener, Except In the Bluegrass State

The Grass Is Always Greener, Except In the Bluegrass State

For us, Kentucky has lived up to it’s license plate catch phrase: Unbridled Spirit. The knee-grinding climbs have been wild and as entertaining as the host of colorful characters we’ve encountered en route through the state’s ever-changing landscape....
The Tortoise and The Hare (Retold According to Stonewall Jackson)

The Tortoise and The Hare (Retold According to Stonewall Jackson)

For me, cycle touring is a meditation on being. As seconds and scenery spin by, measured in cadence clicks and shifting gears, my time is filled with a multitude of raucous thoughts on “being”. On being tired. On being hungry. On being cold. On being hot. On being...

Chugging South in Search of Spring

Spring seems to overslept all along the East Coast. Perhaps, like so many of us, it drank a little too much over winter and is slow to shake off it’s stupor. In spite of the frosty mornings, stiff legs, and frozen fingertips, we’re still enjoying the array...

Where’r ya goin’? Where’r ya comin’ from?

Since hitting the road a week ago, I’ve been struck by just how many people want to know: Where’r ya goin’, where’r ya comin’ from? I suppose these are quite obvious questions to ask two wind-swept-and-weary souls teetering along on bikes overburdened with...