FB POST: I’m making this event for people when they are bored to read my posts that i will try to make weekly about this trip.I am not copying Heath Kirchart, i came up with this idea before he did! I encourage words of discouragement (shit talking), music suggestions, and betting on when ill pussy out. If you don’t wanna get a notification from some douchebag (me) every week or so, delete this event. I am on 350 dollar budget which means no hotels, no campgrounds, no showers, no luxuries. I will be sleeping in a tent on the side of roads, under bridges, in the mountains, and in the desert. I’m not doing this for charity but donations are more than welcome. Almost a 1000 cyclists die each year, so lets hope I’m not one of them (unless you hate me, then its ok to hope i am). catch y’all on the flip side.
HOW TO READ THIS BLOG: I intend this blog to benefit no one. It is merely a shitty account of my journey across this great country. I created to a facebook event to let my friends and family know how I was doing during the trip. I have now taken those posts and created a blog illustrated with some of the photos I took with my iPhone. The facebook posts that I made during the trip start with “FB POST:” then end with the date and time in blue. I then made some “AFTER THOUGHT:” remarks that shed some light to my posts and add some anecdotes that I still remember.
DISCLAIMER: I will be adding “After thoughts” continuously. I am very busy with school and work, so they will trickle in slowly. I will also eventually add all the comments that people left of the event page. I am sorry if this causes any inconveniences.
AFTER THOUGHT: I really didn’t have time to think about my trip just before I left because I had finals. After my last final I loaded all my crap into my mom’s car and she left. Then began. The entire quarter I would ride my bike around in the Santa Cruz mountains as much as possible. This really was not even close to the amount of training I should have been doing.
A few months before I left I got really fucked up skateboarding. Not once, but twice. Back to back. The first one I smashed my knee cap (pretty sure I cracked it because I can feel the crack, and its huge and painful still!). A month or so later, on the first day of skating, I rolled my ankle super bad. There’s another few weeks gone. That was pretty much end of my skateboarding career. From injuries then my bike trip then summer school then directly to Nepal to climb Mera Peak then work in the fall and harder classes then previously I could barely fit skateboarding into my schedule. It was worth it though.