The Results Are In...

...for Brad's haircut.

Although the popular vote was in favor of de-mopping Brad, the number of delegates in the Familial States were enough to sway the outcome in favor of conservative grooming inaction.

Women would've wanted him, men would've wanted to be him. Due to the Electorate System, The People will not be pleased. Its an unfortunate system but its all we have.

I will be seeking re-removal this coming October, so stay tuned.

The Times They Are A-Whatever

Its obviously one of the most interesting times in recent American History. The news stories astonish daily, and the fate of the very lands we have crossed won't be the same by the time our little bike tour ends. I can't be concise about this; I could write this blog to be 1,000s of words. But since pictures are worth 1,000, I will shoot for 1,000.

The Itch

The end is most definitely in sight. I think about it ten hours a day. We smelled the country we are from. We smell like the country we are from.

When I think about going back to homebase, I realize that I don't have one. Will I ever not be on vacation? I now give up vacations in favor of adventures.

I am happy and unsettled. I have nerve damage in my hands and wrists from this tour. My arms fall asleep faster than I do every single night. I will get new handlebars, but I am one step closer to being able to touch fire with my hands.

Brad's Haircut and You

If you want me to give Brad this haircut (see artist's rendition), please call or text him and let him know.

Let's Play Befriend

Meet inspiring people from all over, stay friends with them for years, introduce them to your grandchildren.

Steady Diet Of Nothing

Buy one good cycling outfit, make it yours, wear it til its see-through.

Trans Am What I Am

Ditch the maps, get an atlas, ride all night.

Picnic Table Blues

I am CANNOT SLEEPING on a picnic table in Berea, KY. Some college kids woke us up and we told them about our tour and they came back with sandwiches. They are coming back tomorrow morning to wake us and sneak us into their dorm cafeteria.

Bless Our Little Hearts

We stayed a luxurious 4 nights at my grandparents house in Hamilton, Ohio. They filled us full of love and sandwiches. We ate, chatted, laughed, churched, napped, bluegrassed, chilled, sang, drove around, and kicked it all day. It was a really peaceful time, and was really restorative in ways we didn't know we needed.

Two quick notes. My grandparents pretty much adopted Brad. He is their boy now. They really got a kick out of him.

My gp's were super proud about us and bragged about us everywhere we went. Grandma called the local paper and got me interviewed by a reporter. We will be in The Hamilton Journal today or tomorrow. The pic below is from the interview my Grandpa have them.

Aint No Green Party

...like a West Cliff Green Party cuz a West Cliff Green Party has hot dogs.

Below are pics from a month ago's visit to a West Cliff, CO Green Party Rally at The Dawg Haus.

Pilot Knob Bonus Pics

I miss Missouri, Pilot Knob, Jason. We had some good times in not that much time!

Its hard to keep moving on when your instincts are to chill somewhere. 24 hours was not enough time to kick it in Pilot Knob. Hope I see. Jason and the punks sometime soon. He had talks of a festival there, hope we can make it for that. Yeehaw

Blurry Pic of Great Musicians with Us

Every Friday at the Butler County Coon Hunters Club. Blue Grass music makes me happy all over. It always calms me, then excites me, then completely takes me away when I hear good bluegrass music. Its like a thumping, fluttering river of sound. I love it and wish I had it in my life more.

Detroit Hustle

Every Monday night at 10PM nobody gets together at this abandoned building in Detroit to not ride their bicycles nowhere really fast.

Ice Cream Press Conference

Come for the parfait, stay for the small-town media coverage!

Alex Thompson's Bathroom Mirror

Our sources indicate that Alex Thompson spent hours admiring his own shapely adolescent runner legs in this bathroom mirror in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

Pic Dump !!!!

Pic Dump !!!

Pic Dump !!

Pic Dump !

Shicoggo, Ilinoy

From Springfield we caught the Amtrak to Chicago, just to catch up time. That city was as magical as it always is. The biggest part of the magic was that The North American Cycle Courier Championships AND The North American Bike Polo Championships were both taking place the weekend we were there.

We saw 1000's of racing messengers from all over the US and Canada. I also happened to even catch 2 friends from Texas! They were racing, and I didn't even know they were messengers.

Also we caught the Chicago Critical Mass, which was a totally strange but familiar feeling, riding bikes with a few hundred others. The crowd was relatively timid compared to any LA scene. In Chicago they call out "Happy Friday" to pedestrians, and Brad and I were goofing around with this theme. We had a number of variations for the riders, none of which were appreciated.

Also we played at an open mic at The Gallery Cabaret which I think scared a few people. Really cool though was that we met Joe from the Rat Patrol and he told about Saturday's party they were having. It was a miniature version of Bike Kill, good times. I got drunk and talked at strangers.

LA scene has way more energy than Chicago's, but I am glad I caught these events. It was a big bike weekend in Chicago.