I think my bike is trying to tell me that it had about enough, as things keep falling apart. Meanwhile, I get bitten by dogs and ridiculed at the UK border. So long America, and thanks for all the trailmix.
Marines mess with my tight schedule and bike thieves mess with my hydration system. Winter is coming. It brings free pizza and chicken.
My welcome committee of curdled milk and trigger-happy bees could have been chosen more carefully, but México redeemed itself with stunning beaches, playful sea lions, and fish tacos. So. Many. Fish. Tacos.
While I reach personal bests and whole new levels of low, Arizona brings giant grasshoppers and California brings giant snakes.
Hiking the cliffs of Zion and taking detours around the Grand Canyon burns a lot of calories, so offering me a go at a breakfast buffet is a rookie mistake. Meanwhile, Arizona has prepared a welcome of rain, wind, and frost.
Replacing my sole piece of cutlery: 3.95 dollars. Eating dessert for dinner: 8 dollars. Getting caught in the fiercest storm of my life: Bryceless.
Roses are red, Utah is too, I’m not a good poet, and covered in mud.
Salida is a black hole that few seem to be able to escape. I live to tell the tale, for now.
Six flags over Texas, five discs over Dillon, four days over too soon, three eggs over easy, two episodes over at Kristen’s, one gear over Colorado’s passes.
Colorado provides ample possibilities to sharpen my skill set: mountain biking +1, waterproofing houses +1, fixing flat tires +20. The mountains are high and the slopes are steep, but when the going gets tough, someone’s sister or girlfriend will come to the rescue.