What this blog is about

Bicycle commuting, bicycle touring, bicycle racing; bicycle ADVENTURING.
To the grocery store, up a mountain, across the country or to the finish line--
it's all an adventure.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


It's funny to look up other TransAmer blogs and see just about the scene with just another cyclist. Same sign, same mountain, same hill top celebration-- different cyclist. Surprisingly enough, many of the places at which many TransAmers stay-- there is little evidence of our passing except maybe a log that is kept at the local cafe or gas station.

Look a little closer, however, and you will find EVIDENCE:

Broken Presta valve end

Imprints left from a camp stove

Broken end of a tire lever

a Black and White Series



City Park


Phone Call

Shoes off


Imagine Fireflies Here


By the Pool

Curious Visitor

Hanging Food at the Neighbors

GREASERS Do Not Dry Gas Washed Clothes
Current location: library in Girard, KS.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Follow the Music

You never know when you'll roll into a town party in the street.

I kinda had a bit of a stomach ache that night, so we decided to try and write down everything that I had eaten that day (that I could remember):
  • Cold oats w/ (powdered) milk, cashews and dried apricots
  • 1/2 banana
  • BLT wrap with pina colada dip, strawberries and apple slices
  • Coffee and cinnamon roll
  • 2 large donuts (Mia didn't like hers)
  • 1/2 orange soda
  • 2 apricots
  • Clif Bar
  • Cheeseburger (it was pretty small)
  • Fries
  • A soda
  • And half a funnel cake.

Picking it up and shipping it home

Sometimes you are in the mood to SEND EVERYTHING HOME!

I don't need this shirt, these shoes, that sleeping bag. Put it in a box and ship it away from me!

And sometimes you are in the mood to PICK SOMETHING UP.

Hey, look what I found at the thrift store!

Mia sports beads and tie-dye on the coolest shirt I've ever seen.

Snack Breaks

Even though we are racers, one of the reasons we think we travel a bit.. slower.. than others is our prolonged

snack breaks.


The Boys

The Boys

We met one, who was traveling with another.
The two, who were travelling with another
and two others
to make 5
plus us,
the girls,
made 7.

Then two stay for two days,
two and one think one day fine,
and us, the girls,
ride on.

"The plan is, we'll catch you tomorrow."
Says one of the original two.

So we look behind us for 3 days,
and see no figures
chasing behind.

"Wouldn't it be funny if we saw them at the park?"
"Wouldn't it be funny if we saw them at the buffet?"

But they are not at the park or at the buffet.

"Wouldn't it be funny if we beat them to the coast?"
But today is a rest day.
We stop, they ride.
They may catch, and they may pass, thinking they were catching the whole way.

Like socks in the laundry,
we linger, hurl and collide.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Another Nice Things About Homestays

Homestays are great for a lot of reasons. A chance to clean your clothes, your bike, your hair. A chance to drink real coffee in good company. An ally to guide you around town or suggest the best place to eat. And also,

really adorable dogs!


A special thank you to Diane, for hosting our 'extended stay' in Colorado Springs!

Kansas Sky

We've heard a lot of mixed things about Kansas. Kansas is awful. Kansas is great. Headwinds, tailwinds, city pools, relentless heat. For us, so far, Kansas has been pretty dang good.

We met a group of charming young gentlemen to ride with and we were, yes, the FIRST women they've seen on the TransAm. We thought this odd, since we've already seen women travelling solo, in groups of women and with spouses. And, of course, we're women too.

While we were excited to spice up the Kansas stretch with new company, Kansas surprised us with serious spice of its own: CRAZY LIGHTENING STORMS!

As you'll hear from many touring cyclists riding though Kansas: you can see a loooong ways in Kansas. This storm was so far away-- we could never hear the thunder.

The lightening storm was aboslutely nuts. It made not a sound, but would flicker..flicker..HOLEYMOLEY THAT WAS A BIG ONE! DIDYA SEE THAT ONE? I'd have to sit at this computer kiosk for at least an hour to figure out a way to remotely describe the deep giggling awe I felt at this tremendous natural phenomenon. And the funniest thing was-- the Kansans kept playing baseball! They weren't even phased. Although the announcer did slip an "Oh My Gosh" at one of the 'good ones'.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

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