Slow, Like Sweet Molasses

“Welcome back!” came the call from all three ladies lounging in the living room. “Dinner is in the oven!” “How was Williamsburg?”  Christina and I thanked Debra and Joy and Camilla, removing our helmets and moving eagerly to the kitchen, sharing small tidbits of our day through mouthfuls of cheesy baked spaghetti squash and broccoli.…

Rock Out provides hope (and teddy bears) to RSDers

Introducing, Rock Out to Knock Out RSD Inc.

I was introduced to this non-profit though my father and, curious, went about some research to find out who they were and what they promote. That’s when I met Ashley. At 16 she, suffering from RSD, founded Rock Out to Knock Out RSD Inc. to help others. The weight of this post is heavy indeed, and…

3,500 And Rising

ME FIRST! Marcus here, breaking the order of things. I’ve got to say, this isn’t my usual voice and I’m trying a more concrete approach so bear with me, as I smash out a quick description of the infinite things I could talk about. Alot has happened since Winnipeg, although we have long since settled…

Ohhh Canada!!

A day in the life of. Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off again. Snooze. The attempt to wake up early, like 7am or 7.30 or even 8 or 8.30 or sometimes even 9, usually is an attempt that we fail at. The tent has no windows of course so now that we have to…

1200 Miles and 26 Days of Perspective

  “There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll On 1200 miles, meeting people along the way and the ever changing landscape Our first leg of cycling, eating and sleeping is over. Marcus and I arrived a few days…

A Whole New Hill (to the tune of Aladdin)

Hills. Heat. I would climb 5000 hills. Bike to the hills. And more and more hills. Bakersfield to Bridgeport via Fresno and Yosemite to mono lake was tough. Weather over 100 degrees. Several flat tires. Exhausting. Exhilarating. Outrageous. We pick up christian in fresno, he joins us for 10 days. And together the three of…

Hitting the Ground Spinning

24 hour flight from Rome to LAX, picked up by Christina and my father, arrive in Bakersfield at 8pm, unpack bags, do laundry, unload SD cards, pack bags, bed, alarm, hugs, pedaling. I have a feeling I’ll need that second wind just to greet the sun that morning, not to mention pedal for a good…