Saturday, November 10, 2012

Kickstarter- preview our project

Its begun! We are making our movie and this is the preview! 

check out what we've got so far and support us at

if you cant see the video here or on kickstarter go to our facebook page

Thursday, July 5, 2012

And then things got wierd

T dawg at San Onofre power plant
 I don't know how to explain any of this and hopefully the pictures will speak for themselves.

Here we are on the last biking day of our trip, complete with:
-A ferry ride
-gold shorts
-Camp Pendelton
-expensive sandwiches
-sunset from a mountain top on the old PCH
-bumblebee wings

Sylvie and Lydia in Newport Beach
Vince, somewhere in Southern California
We aren't sure where Vince was during our trip to La Jolla. Jersey Shore?

Scariest day of my life part 1

The gang spent a wild night on top of a mountain near Benbow, CA. Apparently our lovely hosts Sam and Shirley chose to live off the Redwood Highway, near the town of Benbow because the main strip of town didn't have any empty store fronts.
Its a pretty interesting way to access the economic state of an area.

Sam will probably be the inspiration of Vince's future self and Shirley convinced us all to believe in true love.

L-R Top: Sylvie, Jaiye, Thomas, Vince. Bottom: Shirley, Sam

Bike SLAVE saves the day!

I know you are all wondering....'What is bike SLAVE doing at the Sheriff's office?' 'Why do we look so stoked?' 'Why aren't we on bikes?'

Well its your lucky day, cause we have a truly heart warming and ridiculous story for you all!

One afternoon I was biking along the highway 101 and came upon a book in the "bike lane." It seemed like the sort of thing to inspect, so I stopped and upon realizing that the book was a users manual for a Dodge Ram, I noticed a slew of seemingly sensitive information scattered on the shoulder. We're talking insurance cards, car title, AAA membership cards, etc.
I collected the cards and put them in my panniers for safe keeping.

The next afternoon, after a night of Mexican food at La Super Ricas, music with our new friends in Santa Barbara and a beach side bike ride, we came upon a Sheriff's office. Perfect!

The other two members of Bike SLAVE filled their water bottles and went pee in city hall while I handed over the cards and documents to the police.
When all was said, handed over and seemingly done, the police officer explained that we'd need to be witnesses if it ended up that the information we recovered was tied up in any funny business.

Hmm...witnesses! With our work done I too retired to city hall to use the soon as a walked in, without saying a word, a man in the entry way (upon seeing my stylish biking garb)  pointed towards the end of the hallway and said, "bathroom?"

When I got back out to T-dawg, Lydia and the bikes, 2 officers were standing around chatting with them...turns out the documents that I found on the highway were from a recently STOLEN CAR!

So Bike SLAVE may have been involved in the recovery of a stolen car, or at least we passed on somewhat valuable information to a sheriff's office.

Breakup Letter to the Wind

Dear Wind,

We've had some amazing times together. I cherish the times we've spent together and will remember them forever. But recently you've been all up in my face. We have had way too much intimate time and I need some space. We need a break. You've been coming on way too hard and you need to turn it down a notch or two from eleven. I still want to be friends with you, just only when I'm getting that tail wind. Recently I've just way too much head wind.

Respectfully yours,

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Ridiculously GOOD LOOKING

I'm not really sure how we got here, or why we're so really really ridiculously good looking, but we're biking 107 miles to San Diego tomorrow with mustaches, tattoos, gold spankies and some bumble bee wings and you can't stop us cuz' this is crazy, and here's my number, so call me maybe, 8675309.....

Our date with Sven, the Canadian/Italian

Our paths first crossed at a campsite in Lucia, CA. We weren't prepared to pay the $15 to pitch our tent, so I approached him in search of change for a $20. Our interaction was brief, but there was a connection that can only be felt between fellow spandex clad adventurers.

We all went to bed that night thinking nothing of the chance meeting.

The next morning we appeared to be vibrating at the same frequency, making our breakfasts 25 feet apart, packing up camp, and heading off into the fog filled coastal roads. He said he was headed to the unfortunate town of Fresno later in the day and I encouraged him to put a more positive spin on his journey by changing that "no" to a "yes."

We parted ways and rode off into the abyss.

Fifteen miles later, after a grueling climb up to the sleepy town of Gorda, we found ourselves in the Whale Watcher's Cafe when who other than our friendly neighbor should stroll in. Before we knew it, he and Thomas were conversing in Mandarin over orange slices and nutella as we sipped our overpriced coffees. We posed for this self-timed photo before hitting the road, fully intending to part ways yet again.

lunch break/music break

However, we ended up hitting the road together, and found ourselves moving at the same pace
along the winding roads. Another thirty miles passed and we were going steady.

After four hours together, it felt like time to take it to the next level, you know? Test out the waters and see if this could really go somewhere. So I broke the melting ice by saying, "let's exchange names..." Team bike SLAVE proudly introduced their silly selves and when we got back around to our new friend he said curtly, "I don't have a name."
At first we were happy to call him "no-name" but the allure of his mysterious namelessness wore off at lunchtime. He told us that he was Canadian, but his family lived in Italy and based on his exotic background we decided to name him "Sven." He took to his new name in a matter of minutes (which consisted of us repeatedly calling "Sven" until he would respond).

sea elephant imitation
Together we shared in the thrill of the final descent of the jagged cliffs. And then Sylvie took off her pants.

While biking.

If she were to win a gold medal in something obscure it would be bike stripping.

The hours flew by all too fast. Not too long after admiring Elephant Seals basking in the sun we had arrived at our destination, San Simeon. Sven had many more miles ahead of him, so we said our final goodbyes and watched him pedal off.

As the three of us reminisced about our short-lived romanced with Sven, we pondered his origins, speculating that he must be the son of the Italian mafia,  incognito and on the run. Why else would he not tell us his name? As we joked about awkward goodbyes that come back to haunt, Thomas pulled out his Iphone and gave us his signature "Oh god. Uh oh. Ohhhh No. Oh wait it's okay. Oh no." Signaling that we'd taken a wrong turn, our destination was still three miles down the road.

We slowly made our way back to highway in order to avoid any awkward interactions with Sven. We wouldn't want him to think we were stalking him. So we're biking, biking, and biking and reach the hotel at last, park our bikes outside, walk through the doors. And who do we sitting inside the hotel lobby? No, it's not Oprah, or Vincent. It's Sven. Awkwardddd..... What are the chances?

Until we meet again!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Flat County

Our new member just took Flat City to the next level. Between Saint Helena and Daly City (SF) Lydia got 7 flats. 
You might be thinking, "girl just doesn't know how to change a flat..." but that's mean and this is serious, plus, even if she doesn't know how to change a flat, T-dawg, Vince and Sylvie do.

S(l)o here they are, in order of appearance:
1- The Saint Helena puncture
2- The Napa Valley pinch flat
3- The Vallejo spoke puncture
4- The Vallejo pinch flat due to riding on an under-inflated tube and then filling it at a gas station
5-The SF spontaneous valve leak take 1
6- The Excelsior spontaneous puncture
7- The Daly City spontaneous valve leak take 2

Unfortunately for everyone, Lydia is not of age, so instead of 7 horrible mixed drinks, she got 7 horrible salt water taffies, each one had picked by a sassy taffy sales girl in Monterey.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Its about the people.

In our quest to pick a mission for our movie we have discovered that this trip is not just about biking...its about everything else that happens in a day, the smells and sounds and lunch spots and headwinds and most of all, the people that we meet.

We are no longer making a movie about riding bikes, we're telling a story of the amazing kindness that people show to absolute strangers solely because they have admiration for what they do.

Yesterday in Monterey we were riding towards the boardwalk and possibly on the wrong bike path all together when we were hailed by a family in search of a bike pump for their 5 year old's brand new bike. After pumping up his tires and outfitting his new whip with a Keen bell they asked us where we were staying for the night. When we told them that we were still waiting on friends to call us back, they graciously offered us a bed in their home. We took their number and then went for a walk down the boardwalk, sampling every type of clam chowder in the 300 foot stretch of pier.
After dinner we had still not recieved replies from our so called "friends" in Monterey, so we called up the family that we had met earlier.

They immediately gave us directions and as we tried to thank them for their kindness they brushed it off saying "its an adventure for us! We're so excited to have you!" So we rode through 17 mile drive in the fog and rain, finally stopping at an overpass where our lovely host met us, put our bags in her car and then shuttled them up to her house while we braved the poison oak laden hillside with our significantly lighter bikes, arriving at their doorstep damp, tired and appreciative.

We finished off our fortuitious day by giving the family a private performance....Lydia's ukulele finally came in handy. The 5 year old, Leo, climbed up onto her lap as she played him lullabies.

We slept clean and sound and departing the next morning to enjoy 6 of the 17 miles of coastal drive.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Crank my Chain- interview

We were invited to do a live interview on Crank My Chain! Cycle TV's live show called "Bike Check" with Dan Kaufman.
We caught his show in Portland and hopped online during the last half hour to chat about our bike tour.
There was a slight "problem" and as a result there is no video of us to go with the audio track. 
Although I have my doubts about this whole "problem" given that we've been told that we look like pretentious dinguses in our biking gear. Maybe this whole "problem" was just a way to not scare people away from the show. Or maybe we are all too attractive to be on a live web show.....
If you haven't been scared away yet, check out the last half hour and you should catch us acting like fools.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Young Froncek takes the baton.

Lydia, Thomas, Vince and Sylvie at the Turley Winery/Homestead
We are entering a new era of our journey. After a rest day in Napa the crew and Lydia, our newest member, rode 40 miles to Vallejo (from Saint Helena) and then hopped on a ferry to shave off a few miles before arriving in San Francisco.
Here we are two days later, preparing to take off for Santa Cruz. The bay area has been good to all of us...
Vincent went to a Giants game and sat in Virgin box seats.
Sylvie reunited with college housemates and she and Lydia spent the better part of a day sitting in Dolores Park people watching.
Thomas got to know Oakland.

Moving right along...we are leaving the Bay area at 8am and riding down to Santa Cruz where we are going to leave Vince behind so that he can begin his next adventure (kid got a Fulbright to Nepal!) and he's being replaced by Lydia.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Pants Removal

We've been thinking about how to shape our film and one idea was to uses the theme of "the real touring cyclist" or as I likes to call it, "next level bike touring." In this preview you can see my most recent accomplishment, captured with an iphone. Yep, I take off my pants, while riding. 
Skilled? yep!
Useful? definitely.

Goodbye new friend!

We have learned a few very important things on this trip. No, this isn't about sunglasses, wine tasting or bike riding, although learnings in those areas have occurred...this is about our mental states and how simple things like needing to pee and being hungry make us CRaZy.

After a great night of fresh sea food and beers with Kayle in Florence, OR we woke up with the intention of getting breakfast in town. Turns out there is no town in Dune City, only places to rent sand boards and ATVs.  So instead of eating we tuned up Vince's bike and played at the sand dunes for about 2 hours. Despite the awesome photo, we were all salty Sams from not biking or brunching.

After this detour we biked 20 miles in jeans and sandy socks. 

Here's where it gets better: While we were spinning our legs, trying to get to breakfast and force out the bad attitudes we ran into the first touring cyclists that we'd encounter all trip. Vince spotted them first and said "let's overtake them!" and then proceeded to spend the next 6 miles biking 2 abreast, chatting with them. They were a retired couple doing a west coast tour, just like us. Ahead of them was a girl on a solo bike tour who had happened to run into the couple as well. We ended up riding with her for a while and then stopping in a town to get coffee and food and I guess it would be appropriate to say, "the rest is history" because we went on to spend about 8 more days riding, camping, eating, laughing, and being down right hooligans with her.
There are many more stories about us and Jaiye, that's her name, and those will come soon. This is just in introduction and conclusion.

Eight days after meeting Jaiye, and 4 days after discussing our inevitable parting of ways we finally arrived at the junction of the highway 1 and the 128. Jaiye left us for the curvaceous coast and we turned east towards wine country.
Parting ways with Jaiye at the junction

Thursday, June 7, 2012

sun glasses

And now for an important message on sun glasses from your friends, the Bike SLAVES.

First, you gotta bike tour with big sunglasses and here are the reasons:

Flat City

We made a deal the first day... if you get a flat, you get a bad drink.

Vince and Thomas thoroughly enjoyed their buttery/bloody nipples and electric melon marguerita respectively.

Bike Touring since the 1970s

A theme of our trip has been the stark changes in bike touring since the 70s. We've met a slew of seasoned cyclists who began touring in the 70s before they even knew what they were doing. There was no, there weren't bike lanes, there weren't touring specific bikes. Gosh. It was a crazy world.

The savage and uncharted bike touring of yore is to today's bike touring scene what ice hockey is to  underwater hockey.

The sports have evolved a lot since the 1970s.

Why do we know about underwater hockey? 
Because our host in Newport, OR plays it. Great!

Saturday, June 2, 2012

The other Trinidad, not the sex change capital of Colorado

Coffeebreak! We pulled off the road in Trinidad, Ca to get caffeinated. The last few days have been amazing.

 Highlights: -being the first guests at anew biker/boarder hostel called the Farwest hostel in Port Orford, OR
One of Brian's inventions, a towable basket ball hoop with a grill attached an a skateboard with a tow line on the back side. Its called the "Shoot Out" and he brings it to the beach.
-Sylvie received new nicknames from Brian, the hostel founder, including "toolbox" "tool shed" and "encyclopedia brown"
 -we made a new friend who decided we were just sane enough to stick with for a few miles which have now turned into days.
10 miles before the border of OR/CA, gotta kill that Tapatio.
 -crossing the border into Ca and finishing our first 10oz bottle of Tapatio. 
-a 10 mile descent thru the Redwood Forest.
-the southern Oregon coastline.

 Low points: -we'll get back to those after we've gotten coffee refills

Tuesday, May 29, 2012


     Saturday we encountered a valiant foe, who truly made us earn our keep.  A simple 70 mile day with a 1600 foot climb placed  in the middle turned ugly quickly after the summit. We reached the summit and began the descent with the battle cry of TILLAMOOK! Our quest was to make in down the 25 mile stretch into town before closing of the world famous Tillamook Cheese Factory and our holy grail was their endless supple of cheese (well endless, until the staff realizes that we keep walking through the self guided tour). Unfortunately a mighty foe had other plans. The billowing winds from the west blew, and with our energy severely depleted from the climb the descent turned out to be harder than the ascent and our unrelenting foe laughed in our faces wafting up the cow dung from the valley below as if to say "you dont want to come here, it smells like shit". But we knew the winds malevalent tricks and battled on. Eventually to reach town too late for our holy grail, at least for that day. But we staked out the factory and yesterday morning we hit the free cheese line hard to replenish out depleated stock from the previous day:

Celebration upon the first view of the ocean:

Loading up before the big climb:

Before a descent

Currently we are in Florence, OR about to hit up some of the massive sand dunes here and subsequently we will be finding sand in all of our gear for the rest of the trip.

Lessons from Bike Touring with Cornell Univ.

While co-teaching Bike Touring  at Cornell University, I learned three very important things from Old Man Bill Webster that are worth passing on to you all.

1. Always wear your brain bucket.

2. When someone says "there's only one more hill" there are always more hills.

3. Mountain biking is more difficult when you aren't drunk.

Monday, May 28, 2012

These are a few of my favorite things

We are all pretty stoked. Sylvie especially because she gets to do her four favorite things almost every day, those being biking,

 and sleeping.

We'll let you guess what the fourth thing is.

Ok fine, we have no self control. The fourth thing is jazzercize.

And if you haven't been clicking on our linked words, you should be, unless you don't like fun.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Swag on Swag on Swag

Its time that we shout out to our sponsors in a photo montage. Unfortunately I picked up the wrong cable so I cant upload photos right now. Another day. Another public library.

Wednesday, also known as hump day, also known as the day that Vincent forgot existed and as a result we have a whole extra day in Portland, was our casual 85 mile day.
We rode along the STP route which rocked our damp and sponsored SockGuy socks. (Thaisa, Mark, Sam and Christine, on your epic STP ride be sure to stay in the shoulder and keep your eyes on the rode after Sappoose, WA, there's a special pink surprise waiting for you.)

Sylvie, who missed her chance to get a professional bike fit in Seattle did bike fits on the go for the boys, whose butts, knees and Achilles tendons were very appreciative.

Highlights: Vincent fell asleep lying down on a side street off the Hwy 30 with his shoes between his legs and again on a bus stop bench within seconds of sitting down.
We discovered that our old friend the dog from 100 miles back had also taken a bite out of Easy-V's bag.
Sylvie made 3 promises in Seattle, the first being to eat at Apizza Scholls, in Portland. Check!

First one to get a flat tire is getting the worst cocktail in the world, courtesy of the other, fully inflated riders.

Low points: More rain. More struggles of packing panniers.Warn brake pads.

Exciting things: We are getting interviewed for a podcast in Portland.
There is a bike ride that is apparently better than Critical Mass. doing it!
We invented a game. It's a great way to use our never ending supply of Emergen-C packets. We've been hiding packets in our hosts homes. We're talking silverware drawers, washing machines, toilet paper rolls, etc. When these unsuspecting folks find their fizzy drink mixes, they have to drink 'em. So its let Icing people, only not gross and degrading.

Can I say that once more...we are sponsored. Or as Vince would say "we got swag on swag on SWAG!"

I just met you, and this is crazy.

It begins.

Easy-V, T-dawg and I met at the Seattle Amtrak at 7:20am in an attempt to catch a 7:30am train. Ha! We missed the train, got a great breakfast, picked up a helmet for Easy-V at REI, and then two water bottles. What kind of person forgets water bottles on a bike trip? Mailed the Scott helmet that was too small for Easy-V back to our homeboy Lars-Erik in Idaho and then returned to the train station at 11am to check out bags, grease our headsets and get on the train.

Highlights: 15 minutes after wondering when we were going to encounter a dog we got chased by a giant dog which knocked Easy-V off his bike twice and took a bite out of T-dawg's pannier. Vi-$'s really fast, even with 70lbs of stuff. Out-biked that one!

Low Points: Rode the train to Centralia, really wet (some of us wetter than others because some of us decided to ride 15 miles in jeans instead of rain pants/spandex).
T-dawg's iphone is a liar and it led us up the steepest hill in Castle Rock, WA and to a dead end in our attempt to find a grocery store.

Exciting Things: We got to stay at a trailer park in a new trailer with a sauna (thanks Charlie Curry)
Easy-V and T-dawg are learning to pack their panniers. Hopefully some day soon the jam will be accessible because PB and Tapatio is great and all, but no more than once in a month.

Monday, May 21, 2012


The boys are here! We all met up for the first time today in Seattle to prep our bikes, get food and plan our route.
S        L A       V E

We will have photos to post soon as well as our sock modelling shots.

Tomorrow and the next day we will be following the 2011 Seattle to Portland (STP) (Sexy Tired People) bike route.

Twilight Route. That happened...

Remember that one time way back on February 19th when I said that we should take a Twilight Route to get to Los Angeles? Well a funny thing happened this weekend and I'll let you decide whether it was a happy accident, fate or a planned extension of my 2 day, 300+ mile trip to Cape Flattery, WA and back.

Here's the story:
I left Seattle at 8am on Friday (May 18th) and road to REI where I bought a bike helmet. CONGRATS SEATTLE FOR MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A HORRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT HAVING A HELMET FOR 2 DAYS. This city is definitely doing something right.
Afterwards I caught a 10:40am ferry to Bainbridge Island and biked a pleasant 80 miles (25 of which were on the Olympic Discovery Trail, which rocks), slipping into Port Angeles at around 6pm, just in time to eat dinner, pick up a local magazine with a list of Twilight hot spots, and ride up to the home of a warmshowers host. 

Turns out everyone was right, there's nothing like a warm shower after a long ride.

Now it gets exciting!

My generous hosts hooked me up with some bus routes and we decided that, in order to get to Cape Flattery and back it made the most sense to take a bus from Port Angeles to Sappho and then transfer to a bus that goes all the way out to Neah Bay, at which point I'd just have to ride 10 miles further to get to the edge of Washington, on the Makah Indian lands. 
The first part was perfect, got on the 7:05am bus to Sappho, took a nap, enjoyed the view and then alerted the driver that my stop was Sappho. Another woman spoke up and asked if there was a transfer to the Neah Bay bus. 
"Nope." Replied the bus driver, "You've gotta transfer at Forks."
That sealed the deal. I rode the bus to Forks, the home of Twilight, and then caught another bus to Neah Bay.

Once in Neah Bay I rode 10 miles out to Cape Flattery, hiked the gorgeous 1/2 mile trail out to the ocean and then rode all the way back to Clallam Bay. The story goes on and only gets crazier with a ride from 3 surfers who failed to catch waves, a few more visits to Twilight Hotspots in Port Angeles, a  bus ride to Sequim, a ride with a stone mason and then another 40 miles of biking to put me at a total of 70 miles. I finally caught the Bainbridge Ferry back to Seattle around 9pm and didn't get back into Seattle until 10pm.

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Crazy? Maybe. I'm getting up early to bike to the NW most point in the continental US, or at least in Washington State. I'll be taking one ferry, crossing 2 bridges and then following the 101 along the Salish Sea for miles. Hopefully I can get the go pro working properly for the ride.

Goodbye Seattle. See you in two days.

C'est Beau, non?

Plus Belle Vue (Puget Sound)

View of Seattle with blue skies

Canada!? Good idea.

Building the bike: Phase 2. Discovery Park, Washington
While hanging out in Discovery Park the other day my friend's boss and I got to talking about bikes and biking and the like and when I said I was riding from Seattle to LA he said "I have a friend that rode from Canada to Mexico." Crazy right? That's like super far. Yeah, well this little blip made me pretty much rethink my whole existence and I've decided, why not hop up to Canada for a day and bike from there to Seattle. Its an extra 100+ miles, a nice days ride and then I can say I biked from Canada to Mexico.

So that seems like a pretty ok idea, next problem...I'm debating whether to go from the North West most point of Washington (Hole-In-The-Wall) back to Seattle or just going straight north from about Lynden, WA.

This seems like a great opportunity to try out, my gopro, bike and legs. Hopefully they'll all work the way that they are supposed to.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Beer week, blog and Bikery

Seattle, Wahhhh!   Commencing 10 days of bumming before the guys show up! Luckily its Beer Week so that's a great pass time. 

I've also got a slew of things that I need to acquire before departing, like a new 8-speed chain, a magnet for my bike computer, a spoke, contact solution, chap stick with sunblock, some gold spandex shorts and knee high socks for the adult kickball league of which I am the captain. There are somethings that its only appropriate to buy in Seattle. These are all those sorts of things.

Tomorrow is bike building day. I'm going to the Bikery in Seattle to make my Specialized Sirrus hybrid into a legit touring bike. In the mean time I've been working out really hard on children's swing sets on Fidalgo Island. Really works the calves and abs. 

Oh yeah, and the weather is ridiculously nice, or in my slightly biased (from only 3 days experience) opinion, normal for Seattle. I think everyone's been lying about the whole rain, cloud cover, gloominess that is Seattle. Its been 70-80 degrees without a cloud in the sky since I arrived.  Well Seattlites, or whatever you call yourselves, the truth is out. Seattle is awesome and the climate rocks.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Where'd the spring go? Apparently winter has returned in Ithaca and its been snowing, but seriously. Its almost May!
Sylvie's headed to Seattle in 12 days. Thomas and Vince are coming up on May 18th after Pitzer Graduation. Ok, well that's all pretty boring.
Want better news?? We have another sponsor! Ithaca Water Buffalo.
They are hooking us up with pre trip milk, cheese, disposal repair and stickers. All very necessary for a successful bike tour, doncha know?

Other than that, here's another shout out to Scott Sports for our snazzy helmets and gloves, soon to be on our heads and hands all over this blog.
Keen, and Jennifer in particular, we're crazy about our socks and shoes, best looking feet on the west coast!
Sock Guy, Emerg-n-c, Clifbar, we have yet to test these products in action, but we're are excited to see where this romance goes.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Gear's here!

We promised to share in the fun and show off our lets get right down to it!

SAFETY FIRST! Check out this sweet bell? errwons gunna know when we're coming!
Oddly enough my bike at home looks an awful lot like the bike that i'll be touring with which awaits me in Seattle. Although I don't plan to bring the snazzzzzzy handlebar tape on the ride.

Behind door number two you will see my thigh modeling a key chain with a shoe on its. Also pretty nifty, eh?

And of course I saved the best for last. That's my leg and bike cog/chain belt buckle, because I'm a dork and I'm not afraid to admit it and those are the shoes that I plan to spend 1/5 of my time in on the bike trip. 3/5 will be spent in bike shoes and if I have this math thing correct the last 1/5 will be spent barefoot. Actually maybe even more barefoot time if we are counting sleeping as a time with shoe wearing potential.

Monday, March 26, 2012


Friends, Fellow Bikers, Fans....
Its time we let you in on a few special little secrets.
1: We have a route. I have to apologize because we could have gone SO MANY awesome crazy ridiculous ways, but we just love Adventure Cycling too much. So we're doing it! Don't judge. We just really want that those PCH ocean views, I mean we're making a movie after all, its gotta be gorgeous.
2: This secret is even better...we have assembled a film production crew DREAM TEAM. Meet the players!

3: This secret is about our choice of shoes...but we'll leave you guessing a little longer. In fact, you won't know which Keens we chose until the modeling shots!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

(clif)bars for blagues

If you aren't witty enough to understand my crafty title, here's the gist of things:
Clifbar said that they couldn't really sponsor our ride...but they thought that our blog was really funny. They had some laughs and this is what transpired...

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Gearing up!

Where did March come from? All the sudden our trip is just 2 months away and there are so many things that are going to happen between now and then! We have to buy our tickets to Seattle and figure out how/if we are going to Montana or starting our ride in Seattle so that we can definitely get to critical mass in Portland by the last Friday of the month.
Easy V is going to finish his thesis.
Thomas is going to secure more go-pros.
Sylvie is going to sell a truck full of old bikes.

Most of all we are going to break in some shoes.
That's right, we will be biking, hiking, swimming, ninja kicking, high jumping and lunging in style with Keen shoes. I tried some on today and I dont know if it was the excitement of being sponsored or just being jazzed for the trip, but they felt amazing. Oh! The best part of trying on the shoes was that I started talking to a woman at Fontana's (shoe store in Ithaca NY) and she told me that she did a 500 mile bike tour in Keens a few years back. strange!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

doing it!

and by it I mean submitting our future film to the Bike Film Festival

AND to the Banff Mountain Film Festival

for the hell of it, let's submit a film to this outdoor adventure film festival too

Here's my list of potential trip sponsors:
MSR, Deuter, OR, Scott, Trek, Keen, Smart Wool, Cliff Bar, North Face, Patagonia, Sierra Design, all those companies that make gel snacks. yeah. that's great stuff. and gatorade.