Cross Crusade #6: As...

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Cross Crusade #2: Ra...

Caitlin Ravages Flor...

Selfishly, I’ve always dreamed that a natural disaster would come along sharing my first name. Not necessarily the kind of Class 5 Kill-storm that callously wrecks entire cities and lives, but something with the audacity to turn a few heads—something inevitably allowing me to cheerfully clip headline articles reading...

Am I crooked letter ...

Bike touring isn’t for everyone. It can be hot and humid, rainy and cold, or any combination of inclement weather conditions. Sometimes the climbs are grueling, but when the terrain actually flattens out, it’s rare that the wind isn’t against you no matter which direction you turn. Camping adds another element of...

Return of the Ragin&...

As we continued our quest to experience every seedy RV campground that the state of Texas had to offer, it became more and more apparent that mysterious forces were hampering our abilities to impress bystanders with our long-distance cycling feat. We had entered some sort of wormhole in the space-time continuum! Well, either...

Deep in the heart of...

Yes, we’re still in Texas, and all’s quiet on the Southern Tier. The thrill of crossing state borders has gradually faded into a vague memory as we continue to pedal our way across the vast, unsettled frontier known as the Lone Star State. “Everything” is supposedly bigger here, including the trucks,...

She’ll do the ...

Now that we’re deep into the heart of Texas, our fourth state, we’re starting to build up some credibility for the whole “where did you start/where are you headed?” interrogation. It’s always awkward announcing your plans to bicycle across the country when you’re still within commuter range...

Keep on truckin̵...

Leaving Tempe, we set out through seemingly endless Phoenix sprawl before crawling back out into the open desert. The mountains loomed closer and closer, and legions of tall Saguaro cacti burst out of each rolling foothill like the spotty aftermath of one of those Biore pore strips. Naturally, I resumed my quest to find the...

The Set Up

Operating under the somewhat outdated advice of armchair guidance counselors everywhere to “do what you love and the money will follow”, I’ve been trying to turn my love of bikes into various odd jobs for quite awhile now. In addition to a long, illustrious career as a Portland messenger, I’ve been...

Cait has left Portla...

but she’s still playing her Scrabble turns on Facebook. Weird. I should have known that when she fell for social networking, she’d fall hard. This is where she’ll be blogging her trip. And you can read about her route here....