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This August.....My buddy Joe Z. and I shall carry on from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine peddling our bicycles hella. Perhaps we will cause some trouble and high five some along the way. Follow our many adventures as we transverse this exquisite nation. Yipadoo and a yeehee.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
The black hills are amazing. Go ride your bike there!
On your way out stop by Wall Drug.
Watch out for dinosaurs!
Badlands!
There sure are some small towns in South Dakota.
Small town slammer. Rough joint.
Freakin hitchhikers.
We got found on the side of the road in Ft. Pierre by Adam who got us a place to stay with his parents, Ron and Lee. We failed at getting a picture.
Breakfast = 1 watermelon
The sky is the most interesting thing in this part of South Dakota.
Someone loves this car.
50 mile an hour wind gusts are awesome as tailwinds. Sometimes they knock you off your bike if they're crosswinds.
Dawson, MN! If you are ever here go to the VFW. We met Rod and Wanda who let us stay in their spare room. Again failed at getting a picture of them.
Salamander!
Lunch?
Camping on the side of the bike trail outside of Hutchinson. A couple of joggers took one look at us in the morning and decided to go the other way.
Minneapolis has awesome bike paths into town!
Don't even wanna try this move.
Awesome!
Minneapolis!
At night.
and over there
Look who's happy to be back in her hometown.
Premium is the cheap beer of choice in this neck of the woods.
Drinkin awesome sconi beer watchin sconi football. Sunday Funday!
Trouble.
They look innocent enough.
Minneapolis has been awesome! We've had fun and recuperated out legs at the expense of our livers.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
The townspeople warned us about 50mph wind gusts today. We woke up it was rainy and super windy. I was ready to call up a loss for the day and hang in town (Dolan, SD) but then looked at the weather and it said the wind was blowing straight west! Weeeeee! We are literally flying to MN today.
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Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Black Hills Glory.
Whoa. Where to begin. Turns out Pizza Hut buffet day wasn't the only day a cyclist dreams about. Yesterday (Tues.Sept.13) was the best day ever! Sooo beautiful. Wowzer. Rode out of camp down the Needles Hwy (87) in the Black Hills. Breathtaking! Absolutely breathtaking. Did some tremendous climbing but it didn't seem that taxing because the scenery was so rad. Did some hiking on some giant stone needles that led up the sky. Road downhill forever. Then we did some immensely technical climbing up 16A to Mount Rushmore. A lot of pedalling, slowly and for a long time. We saw FACES in stone gall dang it! It was so so great. There were tight hairpin curves, switchbacks, tunnels of stone, skyscrapers of stone, FACES in stone, pigtails (spiral bridges made of wood) and for whatever geological reason ( native american spirits?) all the rocks were sparkly.
We had even more insane climbing up to Rapid City for the evening. Some roadies passed us like nothing on our climb. I scornfully shook my fist at them.
We stayed at Brad's house (warmshowers bike tour hosting website) and boy was he frickin rad. Today we rode through the Black Hills, it was the most amazing day of our lives-- cause we met Brad.
Today (Wed.Sept14), after some of Brad's fantastically delightful homeade biscuits, we headed east towards Wall, SD. It was our first day riding when the weather wasn't perfect. It was overcast and cold; it looked like it was going to rain, but luckly never actually did. We had to hit up the post office (touring cyclists lodge) to retrieve a lost bike pump, got some groceries, got going pretty late. After about 30 miles Google maps told us to go on a street that didn't exist anymore and we thus encountered 10-mile navigational fail. We rode 5-miles into this valley in the Badlands where we discovered......a ghost town.
Not just any ghost town, but our ghost town. In our place, the Bad*ss Lands. We have decided to take over this town and populate it with our friends. We will be in contact with you soon if you are worthy enought to be recruited. Your assigned role is nonnegotiable. I am the Mayor and Joe is the Sheriff.

We tried to get a group of 8 horses to quit their boring farm lives and join ours. They ran along side us but ultimately couldn't commit to such pure bliss.
| Hairpin curve into a rock tunnel! |
| FACES!!! |
| Sparkly Rock |
We had even more insane climbing up to Rapid City for the evening. Some roadies passed us like nothing on our climb. I scornfully shook my fist at them.
We stayed at Brad's house (warmshowers bike tour hosting website) and boy was he frickin rad. Today we rode through the Black Hills, it was the most amazing day of our lives-- cause we met Brad.
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| Straight-up Winner |
Today (Wed.Sept14), after some of Brad's fantastically delightful homeade biscuits, we headed east towards Wall, SD. It was our first day riding when the weather wasn't perfect. It was overcast and cold; it looked like it was going to rain, but luckly never actually did. We had to hit up the post office (touring cyclists lodge) to retrieve a lost bike pump, got some groceries, got going pretty late. After about 30 miles Google maps told us to go on a street that didn't exist anymore and we thus encountered 10-mile navigational fail. We rode 5-miles into this valley in the Badlands where we discovered......a ghost town.
Not just any ghost town, but our ghost town. In our place, the Bad*ss Lands. We have decided to take over this town and populate it with our friends. We will be in contact with you soon if you are worthy enought to be recruited. Your assigned role is nonnegotiable. I am the Mayor and Joe is the Sheriff.
| Here you will see our general store/bar. The bar serves only whisky, tequila, PBR and the finest espresso. |
We tried to get a group of 8 horses to quit their boring farm lives and join ours. They ran along side us but ultimately couldn't commit to such pure bliss.
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