That's How I Roll

I'm not a cyclist. But I'm going to ride cross-country. My friend recently asked me, "Well, what will you call yourself when you ride, then?" Hmm, an adventurer! I like to explore, and doing it via bicycle is my next big thing. In 2009, I hiked from Georgia to Maine. Shortly after, I realized that I can cover twice the distance in half the time. If that doesn't scream cool, then I don't know what does. So I bought a shiny blue Surly, my new ticket to freedom, and it's been uphill ever since.

June 22, 2012

Missoula to Darby

80ish miles. Mustache party!

I have to say, we didn't start really riding until almost 2 and still rode a long day. Today was mostly flat with an all day tail wind. Win!

During lunch at Subway, a west bound cyclist with more energy than I could handle gave McKinley and I tips on upcoming camping and places to go. Much appreciated, but my tired brain was stalling in first gear while he talked at a pace faster than we bike.

Up the road, we had second lunches in Corvallis, MT. After a few days of rest, the appetite is raging again.

We stopped in at a casino for ice water. The girl behind the counter asked about our trip and nearly fell over when we said we're biking to VA. Her response was, "Fucking Jesus of Nazareth!" Best reaction ever.

Well, the stick on mustaches are out, it's time to slap one on and party. And by party, I mean, finish my tuna and crackers and go to bed.

1 comment:

JoanJune 24, 2012 at 1:23 PM
Gotta love the casino counter girl's response!!
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