Austin, Texas [Tour Divide Intent]

I’m struggling and you’d probably never be able to tell. And if you were pressing me for advice I’d seem confident and centered. It’d seem like I’d worked through everything eating away at me inside. I seem as though I were completely assured of my decisions. I hate talking about myself, but my self, my…

Austin, Texas [Dirty Kanza XL]

Boozhoo! As much as I anticipated cycling south from Kansas, flooding in Oklahoma compounded with exhaustion ( I rode my bike a 1000 miles last week), and the desire not to rush on my pedals to make it the 800 miles to Austin, I opted to snag a ride with my dear friends Vince and…

Emporia, Kansas

I MADE IT TO EMPORIA! This past week of travel has probably been one of the toughest single weeks of bike touring travels and that’s all to do with the weather. I had anticipated leaving Tuesday, May 21 from Minnesota, but I was invited to participate in an Indigenous Research Retreat at the Cloquet Forestry…

Richfield, Minnesota [Alexander380]

I’m barely awake from a night spent sleeping in the back of my Honda Element. I wrapped up my 390+ mile traverse of Minnesota last night around 6:30 p.m. and was radiating from post-race endorphins. I fueled up with a Subway sandwich and hit the road thinking I was fine to make the 3-hour drive…

Laona, Wisconsin [Bear 108]

Relief flooded her as she hopped in her Element to ride a century in Northwoods Wisconsin. The semester finally ended and she was free from the stress of academia. She thought this wasn’t her greatest semester to date; she’d ended up with 2 C’s, her first grades lower than a B (of which she only…

Cloquet, Minnesota [AZTR 300 Intent]

He asked her “do you¬†actually¬†like yourself?” He was serious, deadpan even, as her hand traced the skin from his Herculean shoulders, shoulders he’d carved with commitment. How she adored him, tracing her fingers through his chest hair inch by inch, to his firm belly and back, and forth, over and over again. She stopped to…

Ishpeming, Michigan [The Polar Roll]

Negative balance. Fuck. It’s been years since she’d seen that little red alert in her bank account. Her scholarship check hasn’t deposited into her account yet; it should’ve been there weeks ago. She’s used to working; blue collar from birth. It’s an identity that fits her too. In fact, this past year is the first…