I have a confession: I've biked across the country... twice. In 2010 I took off from
Providence, Rhode Island and didn't stop til the Golden Gate Bridge in
San Francisco. In 2011 the start point was Nags Head, North Carolina
and the end was La Jolla, California. Both trips started by dipping the
back tire into the Atlantic Ocean, and both trips ended by dipping the
front tire into the Pacific Ocean. We climbed mountains, conquered
unpaved roads, saw the sun rise and set everyday, camped out in the
middle of nowhere, did laundry every three days on the dot, enjoyed many
milkshakes, danced a bunch, used sidewalk chalk everyday, smelled a lot
of roadkill, fell off and got boo-boos, had prom, had a mustache Monday
prom date ride, peed outside (almost exclusively), and pedaled lots and
lots. They were the two most magical summers ever. Oh, we also raised
a bunch of money for affordable housing organizations and helped build
houses along the way. Best. Summers. Ever.
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