Author: greg

the rumors are true. Greg had an epic bike failure. His dellaireur est completement casse. Totally detruit. We are not really sure what happened, but think it has to do with not tying off that kevlar thread properly. He had broken a second spoke but had fixed it with the thread and was riding into a thirty mile crosswind. Something didn’t feel right and he realized that the difficulty was not from le vente. It was because his derailleur was in his spokes. It was unfixable. Both the cage and hanger were bent like pretzels. We walked the seven miles to barachois where we were lucky that there was a train station. We rode the rails to the next town with a bike shop. The train ride was gorgeous. The tracks run super close to the water and the large waves seem as if they’ll overtake the train in places. We stayed at the new richmond hotel where the curtains are brocaded and the are old typewriters and phonographs for decor along with calendars of scantily clad women. The only mechanic in town fixed greg’s bike by welding metal to his frame then re tapping the hanger. Awesome. So, we are back on the road and just made dinner in the mess hall of the swankiest provincial park in new brunswick.

We’ve successfully repatriated and made a smooth transition from vachon snake cakes back to little debbie. We’re conducting a survey of maine homes to determine the barn star to eagle house decoration ratio (barn stars are way ahead). We’ve been putting in lots of miles to get to bangor on time, but it’s hard as the days get shorter and mornings get colder. We should make it tomorrow, and I’ll trade megan for jeff g – not really a fair trade, but I take what I can get.

Jeff and I are screaming through maine as we continue our haddock-fueled quest for Boston. I think we’ll make it tomorrow. Jeff saw his first alpaca today. I reached 20,000 career touring miles this morning! We are machines that turn pie into hills.

Here comes the rain again

2000 miles!

We made it to boston fine, though I nearly killed jeff with 90 mile days. Had a great stay with dan, consisting mostly of tasty food, playing illuminati, and watching jeff nearly beat zelda before the nes glitched. Nick and I made quick work of mass and now are dashing through ct, having realized everything sounds better with a new england accent. Unfortunately, I’ve got more bike troubles, and probably need a new rear wheel. Luckily there’s a bike shop about 1/2 mile from the roach motel we’re staying at.

Greetings, bum-lookers. We’ve been busy screaming down the east coast, and a lot’s been going on, but let’s try to give you the highlights. We found the sweetest bike shop in Connecticut, Amity Bikes, and they hooked me up with a new wheel on the super cheap. Nick and I ripped off a 100 miler to cruise into brooklyn and meet up with Issac. We got sloppy with Xtian in jersey city, then stacey reintroduced us to vegetables in princeton. We played frogger all the way down to Karp’s temple in philly. The mighty karp regaled us with daft tales of shooting fish with modified ranged weapons whilst rejuvenating us with heap plenty yuengling. Today nick, in an inspired moment of greggery, demolished his deraillieur hanger and was made to slog through god’s peaceful valley on a hastily configured single-speed. Huge greasy-fingered ups to tom at cycle circle in lancaster for staying late to help a nerd in need. Its also worth noting that the day did include amish boys and girls on special bike size scooters and fresh homemade rootbeer from a farm we stopped at. So al in all a decent time had by all.
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Sorry for the lack of updates. The quick info is that we made it to dc with no problems other than being very wet. After a week in dc hanging out with friends, we took the megabus back up to boston for the Honk festival, where I am now trying to remember how to play saxophone. I did manage to upload our photos while I was in dc, so you can finally check those out if you like.

Not much training has been done for this round, but we did manage to slog our way up Mount Diablo in 90 degree heat. It was gorgeous, but man, that last 50 yards is some kind of sick joke. (Ok, this post is mostly just to test if everything is working properly).

a ssssssnake!

the bums made it to ferry on time! This bodes well….

yarrrrrr