I got my bike in the mail, in a box. I took it to a bike shop and had it fitted to my size. I told my neighborhood bike store mechanic, Scott…
It was official. I got my rider acceptance letter. I was biking from Baltimore to Seattle in 8 months. I had to raise $2,000 to get my bike and then I could start training.
Wait, can I even ride a bicycle any more?
Imagine you are tasked with managing and arranging 28 hyperactive, probably crazy, young adults into a daily routine, for 70 days, while they are traveling across the breadth of America. Daunting, isn’t it? No one actually wants that job.