Friday, June 25th; and Saturday, June 26th
When we pulled into Arapahoe, Nebraska, I think we all breathed a huge sigh of relief that we could finally get off of our bikes for more than 12 hours and give our quads and butts a little rest. We had done more than 350 miles in the past four days, battling gusts of headwind and crosswinds up to 40 mph, temperatures in the high 90’s, extreme humidity, and a lot of hills. We got to stay with host families that fed us delicious food, did our laundry, let us drive their cars around, and let us watch Disney movies on loop. As a team, we are definitely obsessed with Disney. On more than one occasion we’ve been spotted biking hands-free while doing dramatic hand gestures and belting out the lyrics to “Be a Man” from Mulan and “Hakuna Matata” from the Lion King. In fact, there’s a video clip of us dancing to and acting out “Hakuna Matata” at a water stop that I kind of hope doesn’t make it on to YouTube… haha. In the evening we attended Arapahoe’s Relay for Life where we walked around the track, ate monkey bread, scored free hand lotions and Swiss Miss chocolate milks, played Rock Band, and got to talk to some amazing cancer survivors and families. By about eleven pm we were all worn out and headed to bed, thankful to pass out on comfy beds and sleep in past 4:30!
- Pooja Singal
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Day 23: Sweet Springs, MO to Kansas City, MO
Monday, June 21
What a day! As if biking was not enough, after a scorching hot day complete with sets of mean rolling hills, we had a night filled of events. Upon arriving at the Grand avenue Church, we had an army of bike issues to tend to. We called almost every bike shop in Kansas City and surrounding areas before we came across The Wheel Cyclery, Heather the owner of the shop was absolutely fantastic in welcoming our team of riders to her store to get re-fitted and to offer advice that could help put an end to problems like knee pain and stiff shoulders. After dropping off about six riders at the bike shop I had to pick up some food that we as a team would later cook for the cancer patients at the Kansas City Hope Lodge. After arriving about 20 minutes late, we just couldn’t say good bye to Heather, the kitchen of the Hope Lodge transformed in to a 5 star restaurant. 4k-ers were chopping up greens and vegetables, simmering sauces and boiling pasta in a manner that would bring tears of joy to any head chef! Once the dinner bell rang, Patients, Family members and riders feasted together in epic fashion, trading stories of lost, and hope, as well as a couple well places jokes and talk of lighter hearted nature. We had all been in this atmosphere before back at the Baltimore Hope Lodge, but the moments we spent in Kansas City were brought us newfound connection to the cause we all are riding for. Seeing how people from all over the country are battling cancer, with an unprecedented determination and fighting spirit gave us new fuel to get us through those 105 mile long days that await us in the coming future. While only spending one night in Kansas City, we took a lifetimes worth of memories with us, that will continue to inspire us long after we arrive in San Francisco!
-Jose Medina
What a day! As if biking was not enough, after a scorching hot day complete with sets of mean rolling hills, we had a night filled of events. Upon arriving at the Grand avenue Church, we had an army of bike issues to tend to. We called almost every bike shop in Kansas City and surrounding areas before we came across The Wheel Cyclery, Heather the owner of the shop was absolutely fantastic in welcoming our team of riders to her store to get re-fitted and to offer advice that could help put an end to problems like knee pain and stiff shoulders. After dropping off about six riders at the bike shop I had to pick up some food that we as a team would later cook for the cancer patients at the Kansas City Hope Lodge. After arriving about 20 minutes late, we just couldn’t say good bye to Heather, the kitchen of the Hope Lodge transformed in to a 5 star restaurant. 4k-ers were chopping up greens and vegetables, simmering sauces and boiling pasta in a manner that would bring tears of joy to any head chef! Once the dinner bell rang, Patients, Family members and riders feasted together in epic fashion, trading stories of lost, and hope, as well as a couple well places jokes and talk of lighter hearted nature. We had all been in this atmosphere before back at the Baltimore Hope Lodge, but the moments we spent in Kansas City were brought us newfound connection to the cause we all are riding for. Seeing how people from all over the country are battling cancer, with an unprecedented determination and fighting spirit gave us new fuel to get us through those 105 mile long days that await us in the coming future. While only spending one night in Kansas City, we took a lifetimes worth of memories with us, that will continue to inspire us long after we arrive in San Francisco!
-Jose Medina
Day 21 and 22: Fayette, MO to Sweet Springs, MO
Saturday, June 19th; and Sunday, June 20th
Happy Father’s Day from Sweet Springs, MO
We arrived in Sweet Springs yesterday after spending several hours hiding from the storm. Lightning flashed in the distance just as we were about to leave the lunch stop. The storm, which reminded most of us of the movie Independence Day, was over our heads in a matter of minutes. The farmers who owned the driveway where we had lunch let us take shelter in their garage. They stuck around to talk to us and laughed when we took pictures with their gigantic tractor. We talked, napped, and relaxed until about 3:30, when the weather cleared up enough for us to leave.
Terence, Charlie, and I (Team Hello Kitty) were the last to roll into the Rodeway Inn, where we’re staying for two days. We had some intense rolling hills, especially in the last 15 miles, and we were pretty tired by the time we got in. The storm had taken out the power in most of Sweet Springs, so our original dinner plans, pizza from Casey’s, fell through. However, the United Methodist Church generously whipped up some pasta and salad for us.
We gave a presentation there this morning, followed by some hymns and a prayer, and even more food. The hospitality of everyone we’ve met thus far has been unbelievable—I had no idea how generous and welcoming people would be.
Today, we’ve been doing laundry, watching TV, and cleaning bikes. It’s our first day off in a not-so-big city, so we’ve actually had the chance to catch up on things that we haven’t had much time to do.
It’s the end of the first leg, which means we’re done with a third of the trip. It feels like we’ve been on the road forever, and yet it seems like we were dipping our tires into the Inner Harbor just yesterday. We have our second pow-wow tonight, and we’re leaving for Kansas City, MO early in the morning tomorrow. I’m looking forward to what the second and third legs of the trip have in store for us.
-Erica Lai
Happy Father’s Day from Sweet Springs, MO
We arrived in Sweet Springs yesterday after spending several hours hiding from the storm. Lightning flashed in the distance just as we were about to leave the lunch stop. The storm, which reminded most of us of the movie Independence Day, was over our heads in a matter of minutes. The farmers who owned the driveway where we had lunch let us take shelter in their garage. They stuck around to talk to us and laughed when we took pictures with their gigantic tractor. We talked, napped, and relaxed until about 3:30, when the weather cleared up enough for us to leave.
Terence, Charlie, and I (Team Hello Kitty) were the last to roll into the Rodeway Inn, where we’re staying for two days. We had some intense rolling hills, especially in the last 15 miles, and we were pretty tired by the time we got in. The storm had taken out the power in most of Sweet Springs, so our original dinner plans, pizza from Casey’s, fell through. However, the United Methodist Church generously whipped up some pasta and salad for us.
We gave a presentation there this morning, followed by some hymns and a prayer, and even more food. The hospitality of everyone we’ve met thus far has been unbelievable—I had no idea how generous and welcoming people would be.
Today, we’ve been doing laundry, watching TV, and cleaning bikes. It’s our first day off in a not-so-big city, so we’ve actually had the chance to catch up on things that we haven’t had much time to do.
It’s the end of the first leg, which means we’re done with a third of the trip. It feels like we’ve been on the road forever, and yet it seems like we were dipping our tires into the Inner Harbor just yesterday. We have our second pow-wow tonight, and we’re leaving for Kansas City, MO early in the morning tomorrow. I’m looking forward to what the second and third legs of the trip have in store for us.
-Erica Lai
Day 19: St. Louis, MO to Montgomery City, MO
Thursday, June 17th
We got ready to leave early morning, but we got stuck at the dorm because of the T-storms. I was first very much excited to take some time to actually watch the soccer games of the World Cup, not knowing that how hot it would get later that day. By the time we finally got ready to leave it was already ten. But after a few miles of biking, we realized that the road we were about to take was the interstate therefore, prohibited for us to bike on. Although we desperately tried to find new directions out of the city, we met the dead ends. It seemed that St. Louis never wanted us to leave. As much as I loved the city, I was dying to end the day and have some rest. After a few hours of lingering on the grass while support vans went out to find new directions, we ate lunch around four. It had been decided that the vans would shuttle us to the beginning of the road we can bike on, and we will bike to the camping site. I was one of the first groups to get shuttled. We biked about the thirty miles from the point we got dropped off to the camping site.
All of us were already too exhausted from facing really hot sun whole day, although it was almost four; the sun was still way up and torturing us with high humidity. Some of us were had injuries especially around their knees, which made really hard for them to bike. Each stroke gave them lots of pain. But I remembered what Jose said, biking is similar to the path of fighting cancer. There are some unforeseen obstacles and pain involved in the process, but we need to endure and fight strong. Not really knowing the pain that people are in, it is hard to imagine what they are going through and how I can help them. As a group, I wanted to help them with whatever way I can but I doubted myself if I have done my job well enough.
Today was a rough day with T-storms followed by excruciatingly hot weather, which was only worsened by no roads to bike on. Some people came in very late at night, unlike what I imagined what camping would be like in childhood days, there were lots of bugs and heat waiting for us. However, I knew this is a part of getting stronger and being in part of 4K.
-Chorong Song
We got ready to leave early morning, but we got stuck at the dorm because of the T-storms. I was first very much excited to take some time to actually watch the soccer games of the World Cup, not knowing that how hot it would get later that day. By the time we finally got ready to leave it was already ten. But after a few miles of biking, we realized that the road we were about to take was the interstate therefore, prohibited for us to bike on. Although we desperately tried to find new directions out of the city, we met the dead ends. It seemed that St. Louis never wanted us to leave. As much as I loved the city, I was dying to end the day and have some rest. After a few hours of lingering on the grass while support vans went out to find new directions, we ate lunch around four. It had been decided that the vans would shuttle us to the beginning of the road we can bike on, and we will bike to the camping site. I was one of the first groups to get shuttled. We biked about the thirty miles from the point we got dropped off to the camping site.
All of us were already too exhausted from facing really hot sun whole day, although it was almost four; the sun was still way up and torturing us with high humidity. Some of us were had injuries especially around their knees, which made really hard for them to bike. Each stroke gave them lots of pain. But I remembered what Jose said, biking is similar to the path of fighting cancer. There are some unforeseen obstacles and pain involved in the process, but we need to endure and fight strong. Not really knowing the pain that people are in, it is hard to imagine what they are going through and how I can help them. As a group, I wanted to help them with whatever way I can but I doubted myself if I have done my job well enough.
Today was a rough day with T-storms followed by excruciatingly hot weather, which was only worsened by no roads to bike on. Some people came in very late at night, unlike what I imagined what camping would be like in childhood days, there were lots of bugs and heat waiting for us. However, I knew this is a part of getting stronger and being in part of 4K.
-Chorong Song
Friday, June 25, 2010
Day 24: Kansas City, MO to Hiawatha, KS
Tuesday, June 22
4K: Mythbusters
Myth: Kansas is as flat as a pancake
Truth: Kansas more closely resembles a waffle
The 4K entered Kansas today while crossing the Missouri River. We had
a long, hot day (94 miles in the end) but crossing into a new state is
always a good day. Especially when you are leaving hilly Missouri!
Unfortunately for the team, we expected Kansas to be flat - so the
rumor goes - and were greeted instead by long, rolling and significant
hills. Now we've only dabbled in 40 miles of Kansas roads so far, but
the team has conclusively decided that Kansas is in fact, not a flat
state. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, because they were a
welcome relief after the hills of Missouri.
We started the day on a sad note- two of our riders have gone home.
Several people on the team dedicated their trip to these riders and we
started off. I rode today in Team Cripple, as we named ourselves due
to the number of collective injuries our group had. And indeed, we had
a slow start when I had not 1, not 2, but 3 flat-tubes at mile 1.
That's how many tubes it takes to figure out that my tire had a large
gash in it. However, it did provide Krystina with the opportunity to
time Henrik on how fast he can change a bike tire. Rumor had it that
Lance Armstrong can do it in 2 minutes and Henrik came in with 1
minute and 47 seconds. This is the standing record on the team this
summer - several teammates have vowed to challenge Henrik at the next
opportune flat tire.
We entered Kansas in a town whose name has yet to be determined;
however, it might as well be called Amelia Earhart because this is her
birthplace and they've named everything else after her: the airport,
the highway, the bridge, the earthworks shops, etc. It was about this
time that Abhishek, Charlie and Chorong took a wrong turn and went
about 5 miles in the wrong direction - resulting in a 10-mile detour
on an already long day: ever 4Kers' worst nightmare. They have Kevin,
our not-so-trusty van driver, to blame because he also made the same
wrong turn :)
The day ended as all days should- having a Sonic Blast. Several groups
decided to stop at Sonic before they reached the church to cool down
after a long day and this could be the beginning of a new ritual of
mine, because it was a highlight of my day. That and the strong
tailwind that brought us flying into Hiawatha at 28 miles per hour. On
the 4K, there are many discussions about weather and the pros and cons
of all kinds of temporal varieties that have greeted us, but we
unanimously agree that nothing is better on the 4K than tailwind-
helps you get over the hills that do, in fact, exist in Kansas.
Kristen Schubert
4K: Mythbusters
Myth: Kansas is as flat as a pancake
Truth: Kansas more closely resembles a waffle
The 4K entered Kansas today while crossing the Missouri River. We had
a long, hot day (94 miles in the end) but crossing into a new state is
always a good day. Especially when you are leaving hilly Missouri!
Unfortunately for the team, we expected Kansas to be flat - so the
rumor goes - and were greeted instead by long, rolling and significant
hills. Now we've only dabbled in 40 miles of Kansas roads so far, but
the team has conclusively decided that Kansas is in fact, not a flat
state. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, because they were a
welcome relief after the hills of Missouri.
We started the day on a sad note- two of our riders have gone home.
Several people on the team dedicated their trip to these riders and we
started off. I rode today in Team Cripple, as we named ourselves due
to the number of collective injuries our group had. And indeed, we had
a slow start when I had not 1, not 2, but 3 flat-tubes at mile 1.
That's how many tubes it takes to figure out that my tire had a large
gash in it. However, it did provide Krystina with the opportunity to
time Henrik on how fast he can change a bike tire. Rumor had it that
Lance Armstrong can do it in 2 minutes and Henrik came in with 1
minute and 47 seconds. This is the standing record on the team this
summer - several teammates have vowed to challenge Henrik at the next
opportune flat tire.
We entered Kansas in a town whose name has yet to be determined;
however, it might as well be called Amelia Earhart because this is her
birthplace and they've named everything else after her: the airport,
the highway, the bridge, the earthworks shops, etc. It was about this
time that Abhishek, Charlie and Chorong took a wrong turn and went
about 5 miles in the wrong direction - resulting in a 10-mile detour
on an already long day: ever 4Kers' worst nightmare. They have Kevin,
our not-so-trusty van driver, to blame because he also made the same
wrong turn :)
The day ended as all days should- having a Sonic Blast. Several groups
decided to stop at Sonic before they reached the church to cool down
after a long day and this could be the beginning of a new ritual of
mine, because it was a highlight of my day. That and the strong
tailwind that brought us flying into Hiawatha at 28 miles per hour. On
the 4K, there are many discussions about weather and the pros and cons
of all kinds of temporal varieties that have greeted us, but we
unanimously agree that nothing is better on the 4K than tailwind-
helps you get over the hills that do, in fact, exist in Kansas.
Kristen Schubert
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Mail Drops for the 2nd Leg
Day 27 (June 25th): Arapahoe, NE
PO Box 618
c/o First United Methodist Church
Arapahoe, NE 68922
Day 30 (June 28th): Yuma, CO
First Presbyterian Church
110 West 4th Avenue
Yuma CO 80759
Day 38 (July 6th): Paonia, CO
United Methodist Church of Paonia
307 Onarga Avenue
Paonia, CO 81428
PO Box 618
c/o First United Methodist Church
Arapahoe, NE 68922
Day 30 (June 28th): Yuma, CO
First Presbyterian Church
110 West 4th Avenue
Yuma CO 80759
Day 38 (July 6th): Paonia, CO
United Methodist Church of Paonia
307 Onarga Avenue
Paonia, CO 81428
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Day 20: Montgomery City, MO to Fayette, MO
Friday, June 18th
After shuttling into St. Louis because of lightning and thunder, followed by a day off, and yesterday’s morning storms, high heat and humidity, and complications with directions, I know Dan and I were happy to be back on the bike today. We rose with the sun at the Lazy Days Campground in Montgomery City, where riders foraged in the snack bins for breakfast. Meal highlights include: Jose’s peanut butter and fruit loop sandwich, and Abhishek’s jelly, spaghetti and tomato sauce sandwich. Kevin led the team cheer (conducted in a whisper so as not to wake up any of the other campers in their luxury mobile homes) in Hebrew – not our most successful effort yet; perhaps we should stick to English?
Team “Count Me Out”, made up of Terence, Andrew, Sarah, Chris, Erica and myself set out for what was meant to be a 76 mile day. The day’s van drivers, Gayatri and Natalie (who had a second-round job interview, amidst leading the first leg – she does it all!) quickly realized that our directions would have to be revised because of some bridge closings. About 10 miles in, the team met up at Crane’s Country Store to seek shade and change some of the day’s route. Since a group of 28 attractive young people in tight-fitting spandex and chamois tends to attract attention, it wasn’t long before the owners of the store learned of the 4K’s mission, shared stories of their own cancer experiences, and offered to make a lunch donation. They supplied us with made-to-order sandwiches for each rider, some fruit, and two whole cases of Gatorade. Not knowing where will get food from when we wake up in the morning has proven to be a humbling experience, but it is this kind of generosity, from complete strangers, which makes the 4K possible.
While Kristine worked on re-routing the day’s directions over the phone with Joe (THANKS, JOE!!), our fearless first leg leader Natalie managed to “Ice” me (see http://www.newser.com/story/89862/oddest-new-drinking-game-icing.html for an explanation of the game that is taking the country, and the 4K, by storm). As you can imagine, the warm Smirnoff Ice did wonders for the day’s dehydration. After committing the new directions to memory, Team Count Me Out set off fifteen miles to the next water stop. We passed the time with talk of life after the 4K, and how it’s been great to live much more simply than we’d become accustomed to back home. It’s proven eye-opening to realize it’s possible (and enjoyable) to live with nothing but a sleeping bag, a duffel bag and a bike for 20 (and 43 to come) days.
Made water and lunch stops in the driveways of some very unsuspecting Missouri-ans. Our lunch stop host even took some snapshots of us to share with his grandson, who “would have loved to see us.” Made sure to eat and drink lots of water and Gatorade to keep from “bonking.” Our new route took us along a gravel road for a bit, where Pooja took one for the team to teach us all a lesson – walk your bike across gravel. Because she’s a champ, Pooja poured some water over the gash on her arm from a rock and hopped right back on her bike. Soon after, the invincible Henrik got his first flat of the trip – he is now one of us.
Natalie re-joined the team after she rocked her interview to let us know that the support vans would be shuttling us across a 3 mile-long gravel road that we’d be getting to soon. So Team Count Me Out stopped with the other groups to wait our turn to get driven across the gravel. To pass the time, Charlie took some glamour shots of Terence and Abhishek (they’ll be appearing in next summer’s Abercrombie & Fitch ad campaign), and Meaghan modeled what a nerd on the 4K would look like (imagine jersey tucked in, chamois pulled up high).
Not long after, Wayne from the church hosting us in Fayette arrived to save the day in his bright red pick-up truck. He graciously helped to shuttle the remaining groups across the gravel roads so that Meaghan and I might be able to get the Dairy Queen ice cream we had been dreaming of a bit sooner. A few of us may or may not have contemplated having Wayne drive us the few remaining miles into town, but when we saw Pooja pedaling away, that was all the inspiration we needed to bike ourselves to our host.
Showers at the local high school may have lacked the swimsuit spinners we have all grown to appreciate (YMCAs where we shower often have mini salad spinner contraptions that help to dry our wet clothes), but nothing else was missing from our visit to Fayette. There was enough food to feed an army, and it was so nice to have so many community members volunteer to introduce themselves after our team members did so.
Pooja was able to have her arm looked at by Fayette’s very own veterinarian who suggested stitches were in order, and his wife swiftly drove her to the hospital to get some staples to patch up her wound. Like a champ, Pooja keeps proclaiming that her arm isn’t bothering her at all – how is that possible??
Our hosts, like all the others we’ve met so far, were so gracious, and without knowing it, give us all a reason to get up in the morning when it feels like the last thing we want to do is get back on a bike. If we can inspire them half as much as they inspire us, then we’ve done our job.
-Dana Rampulla
After shuttling into St. Louis because of lightning and thunder, followed by a day off, and yesterday’s morning storms, high heat and humidity, and complications with directions, I know Dan and I were happy to be back on the bike today. We rose with the sun at the Lazy Days Campground in Montgomery City, where riders foraged in the snack bins for breakfast. Meal highlights include: Jose’s peanut butter and fruit loop sandwich, and Abhishek’s jelly, spaghetti and tomato sauce sandwich. Kevin led the team cheer (conducted in a whisper so as not to wake up any of the other campers in their luxury mobile homes) in Hebrew – not our most successful effort yet; perhaps we should stick to English?
Team “Count Me Out”, made up of Terence, Andrew, Sarah, Chris, Erica and myself set out for what was meant to be a 76 mile day. The day’s van drivers, Gayatri and Natalie (who had a second-round job interview, amidst leading the first leg – she does it all!) quickly realized that our directions would have to be revised because of some bridge closings. About 10 miles in, the team met up at Crane’s Country Store to seek shade and change some of the day’s route. Since a group of 28 attractive young people in tight-fitting spandex and chamois tends to attract attention, it wasn’t long before the owners of the store learned of the 4K’s mission, shared stories of their own cancer experiences, and offered to make a lunch donation. They supplied us with made-to-order sandwiches for each rider, some fruit, and two whole cases of Gatorade. Not knowing where will get food from when we wake up in the morning has proven to be a humbling experience, but it is this kind of generosity, from complete strangers, which makes the 4K possible.
While Kristine worked on re-routing the day’s directions over the phone with Joe (THANKS, JOE!!), our fearless first leg leader Natalie managed to “Ice” me (see http://www.newser.com/story/89862/oddest-new-drinking-game-icing.html for an explanation of the game that is taking the country, and the 4K, by storm). As you can imagine, the warm Smirnoff Ice did wonders for the day’s dehydration. After committing the new directions to memory, Team Count Me Out set off fifteen miles to the next water stop. We passed the time with talk of life after the 4K, and how it’s been great to live much more simply than we’d become accustomed to back home. It’s proven eye-opening to realize it’s possible (and enjoyable) to live with nothing but a sleeping bag, a duffel bag and a bike for 20 (and 43 to come) days.
Made water and lunch stops in the driveways of some very unsuspecting Missouri-ans. Our lunch stop host even took some snapshots of us to share with his grandson, who “would have loved to see us.” Made sure to eat and drink lots of water and Gatorade to keep from “bonking.” Our new route took us along a gravel road for a bit, where Pooja took one for the team to teach us all a lesson – walk your bike across gravel. Because she’s a champ, Pooja poured some water over the gash on her arm from a rock and hopped right back on her bike. Soon after, the invincible Henrik got his first flat of the trip – he is now one of us.
Natalie re-joined the team after she rocked her interview to let us know that the support vans would be shuttling us across a 3 mile-long gravel road that we’d be getting to soon. So Team Count Me Out stopped with the other groups to wait our turn to get driven across the gravel. To pass the time, Charlie took some glamour shots of Terence and Abhishek (they’ll be appearing in next summer’s Abercrombie & Fitch ad campaign), and Meaghan modeled what a nerd on the 4K would look like (imagine jersey tucked in, chamois pulled up high).
Not long after, Wayne from the church hosting us in Fayette arrived to save the day in his bright red pick-up truck. He graciously helped to shuttle the remaining groups across the gravel roads so that Meaghan and I might be able to get the Dairy Queen ice cream we had been dreaming of a bit sooner. A few of us may or may not have contemplated having Wayne drive us the few remaining miles into town, but when we saw Pooja pedaling away, that was all the inspiration we needed to bike ourselves to our host.
Showers at the local high school may have lacked the swimsuit spinners we have all grown to appreciate (YMCAs where we shower often have mini salad spinner contraptions that help to dry our wet clothes), but nothing else was missing from our visit to Fayette. There was enough food to feed an army, and it was so nice to have so many community members volunteer to introduce themselves after our team members did so.
Pooja was able to have her arm looked at by Fayette’s very own veterinarian who suggested stitches were in order, and his wife swiftly drove her to the hospital to get some staples to patch up her wound. Like a champ, Pooja keeps proclaiming that her arm isn’t bothering her at all – how is that possible??
Our hosts, like all the others we’ve met so far, were so gracious, and without knowing it, give us all a reason to get up in the morning when it feels like the last thing we want to do is get back on a bike. If we can inspire them half as much as they inspire us, then we’ve done our job.
-Dana Rampulla
Day 17: Jacksonville, IL to St. Louis, MO
Tuesday, June 15th
After riding 120 miles into Jacksonville, IL and 91 miles the day before, our team wanted nothing more than to have an easy ride into St. Louis. Unfortunately, the cycling gods would not let us have our way. To start, our planned route was 89 miles—giving us over 300 miles in 3 days of riding.
Our night in Jacksonville was exceptional. After the grueling ride, we were greeted by the extremely kind church members. We were able to do laundry and were treated to a scrumptious dinner of lasagna and tortellini. The following morning, we were greeted with all different types of egg casserole and cereal. Needless to say, with the generous hospitality, the team started the day upbeat. After our morning circle and ride dedications, Abhishek did an amusing rendition of our team cheer and we set off on our way.
Our journey into St. Louis was eventful to say the least. I rode in a group with Adam, Jose, Terence, Kieran, Chorong—all terrific riders and it was a challenge to keep up. Within the first couple miles leaving Jacksonville, we missed a turn onto Main Street. This type of misfortune foreshadowed the rest of our day. At about mile 20, the rain began to come down. Our first water stop was at mile 25 where the van drivers, Pooja and Sara were able to find a beautiful church where we were able to get shelter from the rain and use the bathroom facilities. Within 30 minutes, the rain cleared and we were back on the road. Even though the roads were wet, the sun had started to beam down on us. At the second water stop at mile 50, we were able to stop at an ice cream parlor. The employees had heard we would be coming through on the radio. Even though we didn’t get any perks from our radio stardom, the ice cream was delicious. At mile 60, rain started to come down extremely hard and our group was forced to pull over at a Jack in the Box restaurant. We tried to wait out the storm, but it became apparent that the weather was too poor to bike through. The van drivers had to drive all the way to St. Louis and then come back to shuttle all the riders from various locations in Alton, IL. The groups at the Jack in the Box passed time through discussing gender roles in society until the vans were able to make it back from the city. Finally, three riding groups able to be shuttled. All the bikes were packed into the minivan and the 15-passenger van was stuffed with riders.
The three groups were immediately taken to the St. Louis Hope Lodge, were we shared stories with patients undergoing treatment in the city. Each patient was inspirational added even more meaning to our rides.
Meanwhile, one of our valiant directors, Jose, had to drive a van back to pick up the last group stranded in Alton. By the end of the day, everyone was excited to get some rest, but the work was not yet done. A group of 4 injured riders still needed to be picked up from Jacksonville. That meant another 90 mile drive back and forth. By 2 am, everyone was safely in St. Louis and ready for a well deserved day-off and an opportunity to explore the city the following day.
-Andrew Lai
After riding 120 miles into Jacksonville, IL and 91 miles the day before, our team wanted nothing more than to have an easy ride into St. Louis. Unfortunately, the cycling gods would not let us have our way. To start, our planned route was 89 miles—giving us over 300 miles in 3 days of riding.
Our night in Jacksonville was exceptional. After the grueling ride, we were greeted by the extremely kind church members. We were able to do laundry and were treated to a scrumptious dinner of lasagna and tortellini. The following morning, we were greeted with all different types of egg casserole and cereal. Needless to say, with the generous hospitality, the team started the day upbeat. After our morning circle and ride dedications, Abhishek did an amusing rendition of our team cheer and we set off on our way.
Our journey into St. Louis was eventful to say the least. I rode in a group with Adam, Jose, Terence, Kieran, Chorong—all terrific riders and it was a challenge to keep up. Within the first couple miles leaving Jacksonville, we missed a turn onto Main Street. This type of misfortune foreshadowed the rest of our day. At about mile 20, the rain began to come down. Our first water stop was at mile 25 where the van drivers, Pooja and Sara were able to find a beautiful church where we were able to get shelter from the rain and use the bathroom facilities. Within 30 minutes, the rain cleared and we were back on the road. Even though the roads were wet, the sun had started to beam down on us. At the second water stop at mile 50, we were able to stop at an ice cream parlor. The employees had heard we would be coming through on the radio. Even though we didn’t get any perks from our radio stardom, the ice cream was delicious. At mile 60, rain started to come down extremely hard and our group was forced to pull over at a Jack in the Box restaurant. We tried to wait out the storm, but it became apparent that the weather was too poor to bike through. The van drivers had to drive all the way to St. Louis and then come back to shuttle all the riders from various locations in Alton, IL. The groups at the Jack in the Box passed time through discussing gender roles in society until the vans were able to make it back from the city. Finally, three riding groups able to be shuttled. All the bikes were packed into the minivan and the 15-passenger van was stuffed with riders.
The three groups were immediately taken to the St. Louis Hope Lodge, were we shared stories with patients undergoing treatment in the city. Each patient was inspirational added even more meaning to our rides.
Meanwhile, one of our valiant directors, Jose, had to drive a van back to pick up the last group stranded in Alton. By the end of the day, everyone was excited to get some rest, but the work was not yet done. A group of 4 injured riders still needed to be picked up from Jacksonville. That meant another 90 mile drive back and forth. By 2 am, everyone was safely in St. Louis and ready for a well deserved day-off and an opportunity to explore the city the following day.
-Andrew Lai
Day 15: Kankakee. IL to Normal, IL
Sunday, June 13
The day started with the usual early arousal, but with the added experience of our cameo at the Kankakee Relay for Life. We had attended the event the night before, and with the number of people in attendance at the time it was no wonder that so many had stayed the entire night and joined us in our morning circle – our biggest yet.
After the rain the day before we were wary of the cloudy sky as we set off, and our fears were eventually founded as an enormous thunderstorm swept over us near mile 70 of our 90 mile day. Luckily a nearby resident allowed us to take shelter in her barn where we watched the high winds bend saplings and listened to the heavy rain pelt the tin roof over our heads. But our time huddled out of the storm allowed us to bond even further, and we were given the blessing of hearing the story of the time Natalie jumped out of her second story window.
Our day did not end with the thunderstorm, however. After waiting for about half an hour, we hit the roads once again with clear skies and soon came upon the historic route 66, upon which we rode for the last 20 miles of the day. And as with all long days, we had plenty of time to improve ourselves as cyclists, as many of us practiced riding hands free – I’m thinking synchronized bike dances are soon to follow…
-Adam Ammar
The day started with the usual early arousal, but with the added experience of our cameo at the Kankakee Relay for Life. We had attended the event the night before, and with the number of people in attendance at the time it was no wonder that so many had stayed the entire night and joined us in our morning circle – our biggest yet.
After the rain the day before we were wary of the cloudy sky as we set off, and our fears were eventually founded as an enormous thunderstorm swept over us near mile 70 of our 90 mile day. Luckily a nearby resident allowed us to take shelter in her barn where we watched the high winds bend saplings and listened to the heavy rain pelt the tin roof over our heads. But our time huddled out of the storm allowed us to bond even further, and we were given the blessing of hearing the story of the time Natalie jumped out of her second story window.
Our day did not end with the thunderstorm, however. After waiting for about half an hour, we hit the roads once again with clear skies and soon came upon the historic route 66, upon which we rode for the last 20 miles of the day. And as with all long days, we had plenty of time to improve ourselves as cyclists, as many of us practiced riding hands free – I’m thinking synchronized bike dances are soon to follow…
-Adam Ammar
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Day 14: Chicago, IL to Kankakee, IL
Saturday, June 12
We had a day off in Chicago yesterday when I got to spend time with my best buddy Raghav from junior school. I couldn’t attend his graduation ceremony that was scheduled for today as we had to wake up at 6am in the morning to bike 60 miles to get to Kankakee, IL. So I dedicate this journal to Raghav. My whole body was aching badly and I didn’t feel like biking this morning at all. I drew courage and encouragement from the young guns in the group who seemed full of energy and ready to roll…Once again I end up riding with Henrik, Kristen and Chorong. Charlie was the new rider in our group today. The day started off pretty slow and soon we were around mile 15 when Charlie needed called out for a ‘pee’ break at Dunkin Donuts. Kristen thanked Charlie and Chorong and I followed them while Henrik waited outside. I asked Kristen if she wanted to have a free donut and she told me she had been craving for one for a long time. So I went up to the manger and told him what we were about and he generously donated us a dozen assorted donuts. That was one satisfying ‘pee break’ . Another group of rides went past us even though we offered them donuts. Kieran at the end of the group yelled out in a baby accent, `` I wannnntttt a donuuuuttt”, that was pretty funny!
It started raining at the water stop and the jerk I am, I always forget to keep my rain jacket in the weather bin. I had to scamper through the van to get hold of my bag and felt great to finally get hold of my jacket. Thanks to Chris who made it easier for me to pack those bags in the van again. A few miles after the water stop we were hit by a strong thunderstorm and winds blowing at 30-35 mph that literally shook our bi-cycles. We decided to pull over into the first parking lot and waited for the weather to clear out a little. Well one thing we all learned was that none of us except Henrik had a real waterproof jacket even though they all claimed to be waterproof. I was glad that I had gotten mine from REI so now I could return it back for a real waterproof jacket. Henrik seemed pretty amazed at learning REI’s return policy. I guess the Germans are way behind Americans when it comes to customer service. Hopefully they can do better in the soccer world cup.
We were back on the road after a short break and soon hit the lunch stop. Chris had gotten us some breakfast food and we were waiting for Amelia like hungry wolves to get there with the lunch donations. Apparently she got lost and riders were getting impatient for food. I was in Amelia’s shoes just 2 days ago and knew exactly how it feels to be that van driver who is unable to get the food to the riders in time. It is way more mentally exhausting that riding a bike and I had rather be on the bike than have the responsibility of feeding 28 riders. But she arrived with a big bang! And by that I mean she was loaded with goodies…an edible basket of fruits, rotisserie chicken, avocado, and the usual groceries. The food was great!!! Good job Amelia!
Back on the road and now it was time for the Charlie magic. Rumor runs that whatever group Charlie is riding in has to have at least one fall. Today Kristen fumbled with her bike and though managed to unclip and shoes and press the breaks, she lost balance and took a minor bruise on the leg. Henrik was riding right behind Kristen and also ended up taking his first ever fall on a road bike. The immortal Henrik Blaute was now one of us. If that wasn’t enough, Henrik also got a flat soon after that. Chorong, Charlie and I waited under a shade and reapplied sunscreen as we waited for Kristen and Henrik to catch up.
We got into Kankakee. Another amazing dinner awaited us at the First Presbyterian Church. I have been amazed at the generosity of our hosts. The love and affection that they show us has been eye opening. We made a brief presentation about the 4K and cancer awareness and cancer prevention and ended it with a round of applause for the cancer survivors in the community. Then we headed for Relay for Life at a nearby school. We did a few laps and were back to get some rest. I filled up the water jugs with Adali for the next day. Need to wake up early tomorrow morning (5am) as our group would be doing the closing ceremony for the Relay for Life before we head out to Bloomington for a 90+ mile day.
-Abhishek Gupta.
We had a day off in Chicago yesterday when I got to spend time with my best buddy Raghav from junior school. I couldn’t attend his graduation ceremony that was scheduled for today as we had to wake up at 6am in the morning to bike 60 miles to get to Kankakee, IL. So I dedicate this journal to Raghav. My whole body was aching badly and I didn’t feel like biking this morning at all. I drew courage and encouragement from the young guns in the group who seemed full of energy and ready to roll…Once again I end up riding with Henrik, Kristen and Chorong. Charlie was the new rider in our group today. The day started off pretty slow and soon we were around mile 15 when Charlie needed called out for a ‘pee’ break at Dunkin Donuts. Kristen thanked Charlie and Chorong and I followed them while Henrik waited outside. I asked Kristen if she wanted to have a free donut and she told me she had been craving for one for a long time. So I went up to the manger and told him what we were about and he generously donated us a dozen assorted donuts. That was one satisfying ‘pee break’ . Another group of rides went past us even though we offered them donuts. Kieran at the end of the group yelled out in a baby accent, `` I wannnntttt a donuuuuttt”, that was pretty funny!
It started raining at the water stop and the jerk I am, I always forget to keep my rain jacket in the weather bin. I had to scamper through the van to get hold of my bag and felt great to finally get hold of my jacket. Thanks to Chris who made it easier for me to pack those bags in the van again. A few miles after the water stop we were hit by a strong thunderstorm and winds blowing at 30-35 mph that literally shook our bi-cycles. We decided to pull over into the first parking lot and waited for the weather to clear out a little. Well one thing we all learned was that none of us except Henrik had a real waterproof jacket even though they all claimed to be waterproof. I was glad that I had gotten mine from REI so now I could return it back for a real waterproof jacket. Henrik seemed pretty amazed at learning REI’s return policy. I guess the Germans are way behind Americans when it comes to customer service. Hopefully they can do better in the soccer world cup.
We were back on the road after a short break and soon hit the lunch stop. Chris had gotten us some breakfast food and we were waiting for Amelia like hungry wolves to get there with the lunch donations. Apparently she got lost and riders were getting impatient for food. I was in Amelia’s shoes just 2 days ago and knew exactly how it feels to be that van driver who is unable to get the food to the riders in time. It is way more mentally exhausting that riding a bike and I had rather be on the bike than have the responsibility of feeding 28 riders. But she arrived with a big bang! And by that I mean she was loaded with goodies…an edible basket of fruits, rotisserie chicken, avocado, and the usual groceries. The food was great!!! Good job Amelia!
Back on the road and now it was time for the Charlie magic. Rumor runs that whatever group Charlie is riding in has to have at least one fall. Today Kristen fumbled with her bike and though managed to unclip and shoes and press the breaks, she lost balance and took a minor bruise on the leg. Henrik was riding right behind Kristen and also ended up taking his first ever fall on a road bike. The immortal Henrik Blaute was now one of us. If that wasn’t enough, Henrik also got a flat soon after that. Chorong, Charlie and I waited under a shade and reapplied sunscreen as we waited for Kristen and Henrik to catch up.
We got into Kankakee. Another amazing dinner awaited us at the First Presbyterian Church. I have been amazed at the generosity of our hosts. The love and affection that they show us has been eye opening. We made a brief presentation about the 4K and cancer awareness and cancer prevention and ended it with a round of applause for the cancer survivors in the community. Then we headed for Relay for Life at a nearby school. We did a few laps and were back to get some rest. I filled up the water jugs with Adali for the next day. Need to wake up early tomorrow morning (5am) as our group would be doing the closing ceremony for the Relay for Life before we head out to Bloomington for a 90+ mile day.
-Abhishek Gupta.
Day 12 and 13: Michigan City, IN to Chicago, IL
Day 12: Sweet Home Chicago!
Thursday, June 10th and Friday, June 11th
After another delicious breakfast cooked by the wonderful Jean at the Hogwarts of Michigan City, we embarked on a leisurely 60 mile ride to Chicago to stuff ourselves with deep dish pizza. I can’t believe how quickly we’ve made it across Indiana already (not to mention Michigan, Ohio, and Pennsylvania).
The first leg of the morning took us through the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore, and an unexpected flat tire turned into a photo shoot as a Park Ranger spotted my group and started snapping pictures to be used in the park brochure. After handing us some waivers to sign he followed us for a couple miles and snapped candid photos and action shots. Just look for us on the cover of the new park map next season ;)
I was pleasantly surprised by the courtesy and enthusiasm shown by the drivers of western Indiana. It was nice to hear encouraging cheers and toots, as opposed to the jeers and ‘Get a car!’ screams we grew accustomed to in Pennsylvania.
The second leg of the day may have not been the most scenic, but was adventurous nonetheless. Unfortunately, holding our breath wasn’t really an option so we sucked it up (literally) and braved the smells that the city had to offer. And of course, no trip through Gary is complete without some sort of drug deal, and despite our best attempts to evade her, one of the villagers was able to force her experimental nutritional supplements upon two of our riders (but don’t worry—nothing was ingested).
East Chicago was a tease, as it turned out to be nothing more than just a euphemism for West Gary. We were a little disappointed by the absence of a sign welcoming us into Illinois (pictures with state signs have become a staple on this trip!), but within a few miles of entering the REAL Chicago city limits we made our way onto the Lakefront bike path for perhaps the most beautiful stretch of the entire trip thus far. The sky was clear and the lake sparkled, and pretty soon we were admiring the magnificent city skyline.
It was great to get another glimpse of my old apartment, and the bike to UIC was a trip down memory lane for me. We were all blown away by the amenities offered by the dorms, and apart from one amusing mix-up with room assignments everything went swimmingly. And if the prospect of deep dish pizza wasn’t enough, we were all giddy with the excitement of our second day off.
But the very best part of the day for me was the visit from my dad and brother, plus one surprise stowaway, who drove straight from DC to meet me for the night.
In conclusion, Day 12 was a GREAT day.
-Sara Achrati
Thursday, June 10th and Friday, June 11th
After another delicious breakfast cooked by the wonderful Jean at the Hogwarts of Michigan City, we embarked on a leisurely 60 mile ride to Chicago to stuff ourselves with deep dish pizza. I can’t believe how quickly we’ve made it across Indiana already (not to mention Michigan, Ohio, and Pennsylvania).
The first leg of the morning took us through the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore, and an unexpected flat tire turned into a photo shoot as a Park Ranger spotted my group and started snapping pictures to be used in the park brochure. After handing us some waivers to sign he followed us for a couple miles and snapped candid photos and action shots. Just look for us on the cover of the new park map next season ;)
I was pleasantly surprised by the courtesy and enthusiasm shown by the drivers of western Indiana. It was nice to hear encouraging cheers and toots, as opposed to the jeers and ‘Get a car!’ screams we grew accustomed to in Pennsylvania.
The second leg of the day may have not been the most scenic, but was adventurous nonetheless. Unfortunately, holding our breath wasn’t really an option so we sucked it up (literally) and braved the smells that the city had to offer. And of course, no trip through Gary is complete without some sort of drug deal, and despite our best attempts to evade her, one of the villagers was able to force her experimental nutritional supplements upon two of our riders (but don’t worry—nothing was ingested).
East Chicago was a tease, as it turned out to be nothing more than just a euphemism for West Gary. We were a little disappointed by the absence of a sign welcoming us into Illinois (pictures with state signs have become a staple on this trip!), but within a few miles of entering the REAL Chicago city limits we made our way onto the Lakefront bike path for perhaps the most beautiful stretch of the entire trip thus far. The sky was clear and the lake sparkled, and pretty soon we were admiring the magnificent city skyline.
It was great to get another glimpse of my old apartment, and the bike to UIC was a trip down memory lane for me. We were all blown away by the amenities offered by the dorms, and apart from one amusing mix-up with room assignments everything went swimmingly. And if the prospect of deep dish pizza wasn’t enough, we were all giddy with the excitement of our second day off.
But the very best part of the day for me was the visit from my dad and brother, plus one surprise stowaway, who drove straight from DC to meet me for the night.
In conclusion, Day 12 was a GREAT day.
-Sara Achrati
Friday, June 11, 2010
Day 11: Elkhart, IN to Michigan City, IN
Wednesday, June 9th
I believe I’m almost halfway into my stint as first leg leader, and it’s been going smoothly so far. The churches and YMCAs we stay at seem to know exactly what they’re doing, and ease any worries I might have. Being organized and preparing as best I could for this trip has absolutely paid off. They spoil us rotten, and try to fatten us up every night. The team has been wonderful, helping out in any way possible, even if it involves doing a job not assigned to them. I’ve been lucky!
Our hosts last night in Elkhart, Indiana treated us like kings and queens, providing us with a professional bike fitter (my knees no longer hurt!), a masseuse, and an amazing community dinner. We had the privilege of meeting some of the congregation, and learning new things about Elkhart. I had no idea that it had the highest unemployment rate in the country, which has sadly contributed to a decline in the church population. Apparently Obama visits the town relatively often to try to help solve their issue. Nevertheless, there was a great turnout and they spoiled us silly.
I was looking forward to our 50 mile day into Michigan City, IN serving as a respite from our 98 and 90 mile days. The day started off well, much sunnier than the 30 miles of rain at the end of the previous day. We were joined by some bike mechanics as we began our ride, and our scavenger hunt for the day. The hunt involved things like taking the best picture with a state sign, sporting the best war paint, eating a live fish (one kid chose to eat 2 baby frogs), and convincing a bar tender to supply us with non-alcoholic shots. We met a lot of nice people along the way, who wished us a good journey, but one crazy person who stood out, as well. As we stopped into a gas station, this man approached us and made a bet that he had ridden more miles in a day than we, claiming he rode 200 miles. He was overweight, and old, but maybe he was telling the truth. He also tried to convince me that cancer is absolutely curable, and that I should become Catholic, or else something involving sinning and blood would happen to me. Definitely a source of entertainment.
The water stop was really fun today, mainly because the whole team met up there. I had peanut butter and chocolate frosting smeared on my face several times, to complete the scavenger hunt task of smearing food condiment on a leg leader’s face. It went perfectly with my bright blue, pink, green, orange, and yellow eye shadow, and bright red lipstick and ‘4K’ written on my face, which I was wearing as war paint. The only boy on our group was a true man, and wore the makeup as well, which we applied in a local Family Dollar store. The cashiers loved it, and jumped in pictures with us.
As we continued, I began to feel sick around mile 30, which has never happened before. It might have had something to do with possibly having a fever the night before, not getting enough sleep, and biking so many miles. However, I didn’t stop, and the fastest kid on our team of 4, Adam, stayed behind with me the whole way as I rode along at a snail’s pace. It’s camaraderie like that which keeps us going throughout the day.
When I arrived at lunch, I think I did this thing called ‘bonking,’ which involves being so tired you physically can’t go any longer until you fall asleep, eat something, and drink a lot of Gatorade. I did all of the above, and felt like new again. Even while I was feeling a bit ill, I watched the chemistry between my team build, which brightened my day. It seems as if we’ve done a 180 degree turn, stopped being a serious bunch of typical Hopkins kids, and started having a ton of fun. The 4k was finally becoming exactly what I had pictured, and I was so glad to see it.
During the last ten miles, the headwinds picked up, and Adam ‘pulled’ for our team the whole way (this involves letting all the headwinds hit you as everyone else drafts about six inches off your rear tire to create a wind tunnel and conserve energy for everyone but the person in the front).
We arrived at the Trinity Episcopal Church in Michigan City, IN, which kindly provided us with a meal and showers. The woman who cooked us dinner, Jean, is an inspirational, ebullient 83 year old woman who is getting up early to make us breakfast tomorrow. It’s actually not that early for us – I’ve never looked forward to getting in at 7 (really 8, EST), in the morning. We generally get up around 5:30.
After dinner, a children’s choir sang for us, which was very touching. They joined us for dessert, and we introduced ourselves. I always enjoy hearing the introductions of the congregations, and how happy they are to have us with them. They always tell us that they hope to see us again next year, which is incredibly sweet. What they don’t know, is just how happy we are to have a place to sleep at night, and a smiling, surrogate family welcoming us after a long, tiring day.
We went to the sand dunes, which were absolutely gorgeous. After trekking up to the summit, we were greeted by a beautiful sunset over the lake. We rolled, ran, and slowly walked down the dunes to reach the water, and many of us went in (some unwillingly, thanks to fellow teammates). A great time was had by all, and it definitely made for a picturesque and memorable finish to the day.
Tomorrow we’ll be going into Chicago, IL, where I’ll meet two of my college friends, Nivia and Adam. It’s weird to think that I have to dub them ‘college’ friends now, instead of just general ‘friends,’ because the 4k has delayed the reality that I won’t be returning to Johns Hopkins in the Fall. However, I’m currently surrounded by wonderful, inspirational people who make this trip so worthwhile, and who are as insane as I am to bike across this country for a good cause. ‘
And, there is nothing I would rather be doing right now.
-Natalie Draisin
I believe I’m almost halfway into my stint as first leg leader, and it’s been going smoothly so far. The churches and YMCAs we stay at seem to know exactly what they’re doing, and ease any worries I might have. Being organized and preparing as best I could for this trip has absolutely paid off. They spoil us rotten, and try to fatten us up every night. The team has been wonderful, helping out in any way possible, even if it involves doing a job not assigned to them. I’ve been lucky!
Our hosts last night in Elkhart, Indiana treated us like kings and queens, providing us with a professional bike fitter (my knees no longer hurt!), a masseuse, and an amazing community dinner. We had the privilege of meeting some of the congregation, and learning new things about Elkhart. I had no idea that it had the highest unemployment rate in the country, which has sadly contributed to a decline in the church population. Apparently Obama visits the town relatively often to try to help solve their issue. Nevertheless, there was a great turnout and they spoiled us silly.
I was looking forward to our 50 mile day into Michigan City, IN serving as a respite from our 98 and 90 mile days. The day started off well, much sunnier than the 30 miles of rain at the end of the previous day. We were joined by some bike mechanics as we began our ride, and our scavenger hunt for the day. The hunt involved things like taking the best picture with a state sign, sporting the best war paint, eating a live fish (one kid chose to eat 2 baby frogs), and convincing a bar tender to supply us with non-alcoholic shots. We met a lot of nice people along the way, who wished us a good journey, but one crazy person who stood out, as well. As we stopped into a gas station, this man approached us and made a bet that he had ridden more miles in a day than we, claiming he rode 200 miles. He was overweight, and old, but maybe he was telling the truth. He also tried to convince me that cancer is absolutely curable, and that I should become Catholic, or else something involving sinning and blood would happen to me. Definitely a source of entertainment.
The water stop was really fun today, mainly because the whole team met up there. I had peanut butter and chocolate frosting smeared on my face several times, to complete the scavenger hunt task of smearing food condiment on a leg leader’s face. It went perfectly with my bright blue, pink, green, orange, and yellow eye shadow, and bright red lipstick and ‘4K’ written on my face, which I was wearing as war paint. The only boy on our group was a true man, and wore the makeup as well, which we applied in a local Family Dollar store. The cashiers loved it, and jumped in pictures with us.
As we continued, I began to feel sick around mile 30, which has never happened before. It might have had something to do with possibly having a fever the night before, not getting enough sleep, and biking so many miles. However, I didn’t stop, and the fastest kid on our team of 4, Adam, stayed behind with me the whole way as I rode along at a snail’s pace. It’s camaraderie like that which keeps us going throughout the day.
When I arrived at lunch, I think I did this thing called ‘bonking,’ which involves being so tired you physically can’t go any longer until you fall asleep, eat something, and drink a lot of Gatorade. I did all of the above, and felt like new again. Even while I was feeling a bit ill, I watched the chemistry between my team build, which brightened my day. It seems as if we’ve done a 180 degree turn, stopped being a serious bunch of typical Hopkins kids, and started having a ton of fun. The 4k was finally becoming exactly what I had pictured, and I was so glad to see it.
During the last ten miles, the headwinds picked up, and Adam ‘pulled’ for our team the whole way (this involves letting all the headwinds hit you as everyone else drafts about six inches off your rear tire to create a wind tunnel and conserve energy for everyone but the person in the front).
We arrived at the Trinity Episcopal Church in Michigan City, IN, which kindly provided us with a meal and showers. The woman who cooked us dinner, Jean, is an inspirational, ebullient 83 year old woman who is getting up early to make us breakfast tomorrow. It’s actually not that early for us – I’ve never looked forward to getting in at 7 (really 8, EST), in the morning. We generally get up around 5:30.
After dinner, a children’s choir sang for us, which was very touching. They joined us for dessert, and we introduced ourselves. I always enjoy hearing the introductions of the congregations, and how happy they are to have us with them. They always tell us that they hope to see us again next year, which is incredibly sweet. What they don’t know, is just how happy we are to have a place to sleep at night, and a smiling, surrogate family welcoming us after a long, tiring day.
We went to the sand dunes, which were absolutely gorgeous. After trekking up to the summit, we were greeted by a beautiful sunset over the lake. We rolled, ran, and slowly walked down the dunes to reach the water, and many of us went in (some unwillingly, thanks to fellow teammates). A great time was had by all, and it definitely made for a picturesque and memorable finish to the day.
Tomorrow we’ll be going into Chicago, IL, where I’ll meet two of my college friends, Nivia and Adam. It’s weird to think that I have to dub them ‘college’ friends now, instead of just general ‘friends,’ because the 4k has delayed the reality that I won’t be returning to Johns Hopkins in the Fall. However, I’m currently surrounded by wonderful, inspirational people who make this trip so worthwhile, and who are as insane as I am to bike across this country for a good cause. ‘
And, there is nothing I would rather be doing right now.
-Natalie Draisin
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Day 10: Fayette, OH to Elkhart IN
Tuesday, June 8
By executive order of our leadership team, we were expected on this 90-mile day to mess around more. Apparently the goofing off quota was not being filled in recent days, and we had to make up for lost time. We would be biking in three states today, Ohio, Michigan, and Illinois, which gave us our first opportunity: ridiculous state sign pictures. Riders climbed on the post signifying entrance into Michigan, stripped off jerseys and ran into the fields, biked mistakenly the wrong way, and generally held a poor work ethic. Further down the road was a house advertising free kittens. That’s right. Aside from the chickens, dog, and rabbit, there were adorable tiny balls of fluff that riders held, cuddled, and tried to smuggle away in jersey back pockets. In accordance with our theme of hooliganism, we also stopped at a hunting store. We tried to pick appropriate souvenirs from among the rows of crossbows and firearms. One rider secured a donation of one arrow while others liberally applied camouflage face paint.
We realized we had traveled maybe 15 miles in about 2 hours, so we decided to actually start biking (I know; who does that?). We soon left Michigan and entered Indiana, where we again stopped to take pictures of our state sign shenanigans. At mile 60, we were met with a lunch of McDonalds [Quick shout-out: this McDonalds allowed us to order anything we wanted. 5 McFlurries? No problem. Happy meal? Sure thing. We had so much food it was ridiculous], Taco Bell, and Subway. After quickly stuffing our faces (and powernapping), we hit the road again. Around mile 75 some rain hit us hard. When biking in groups in the rain, the water from the back tire of the person in front will spray back and soak the riders behind. Because of the physics of bike tires (it’s all very complicated stuff), there is approximately a 100% chance of the water spraying directly into the face of the person behind you. We withstood the storm, though, and made it into our gracious hosts, who met us with bike mechanics offering pro bono tune-ups, food, hot showers, and more food.
One story from today stood out. One of the van drivers, while searching for the post office, explained to a random passerby what we were doing. She told our driver to come back after she stopped at the post office. Upon her return, this lady donated to our cause and gave our driver a blanket (as it was cold and rainy). Random deeds like this occur with regularity on the 4K, but they are each immensely appreciated and a pleasant addition to our day.
-Kevin Cochran
By executive order of our leadership team, we were expected on this 90-mile day to mess around more. Apparently the goofing off quota was not being filled in recent days, and we had to make up for lost time. We would be biking in three states today, Ohio, Michigan, and Illinois, which gave us our first opportunity: ridiculous state sign pictures. Riders climbed on the post signifying entrance into Michigan, stripped off jerseys and ran into the fields, biked mistakenly the wrong way, and generally held a poor work ethic. Further down the road was a house advertising free kittens. That’s right. Aside from the chickens, dog, and rabbit, there were adorable tiny balls of fluff that riders held, cuddled, and tried to smuggle away in jersey back pockets. In accordance with our theme of hooliganism, we also stopped at a hunting store. We tried to pick appropriate souvenirs from among the rows of crossbows and firearms. One rider secured a donation of one arrow while others liberally applied camouflage face paint.
We realized we had traveled maybe 15 miles in about 2 hours, so we decided to actually start biking (I know; who does that?). We soon left Michigan and entered Indiana, where we again stopped to take pictures of our state sign shenanigans. At mile 60, we were met with a lunch of McDonalds [Quick shout-out: this McDonalds allowed us to order anything we wanted. 5 McFlurries? No problem. Happy meal? Sure thing. We had so much food it was ridiculous], Taco Bell, and Subway. After quickly stuffing our faces (and powernapping), we hit the road again. Around mile 75 some rain hit us hard. When biking in groups in the rain, the water from the back tire of the person in front will spray back and soak the riders behind. Because of the physics of bike tires (it’s all very complicated stuff), there is approximately a 100% chance of the water spraying directly into the face of the person behind you. We withstood the storm, though, and made it into our gracious hosts, who met us with bike mechanics offering pro bono tune-ups, food, hot showers, and more food.
One story from today stood out. One of the van drivers, while searching for the post office, explained to a random passerby what we were doing. She told our driver to come back after she stopped at the post office. Upon her return, this lady donated to our cause and gave our driver a blanket (as it was cold and rainy). Random deeds like this occur with regularity on the 4K, but they are each immensely appreciated and a pleasant addition to our day.
-Kevin Cochran
Day 9: Sandusky, OH to Fayette, OH
Monday, June 7th
The day of our first century. Of course, it was ironic that we were met with the up-and-down roller coasters of Cedar Point the night before which more closely mirrored the hills of Pennsylvania. Thankfully, those dreaded monstrosities were not to be seen the following day. Instead, Ohio’s flatlands would give us our first opportunities to try our trade at pacelining but also enjoying some leisurely conversation and enjoyment of the relatively unchanging Ohio landscape. Of course, the best-looking group – Henrik, Kristen, Kieran, and Adam – sped off into the distance early on as they sought to break the world record for beginner paceliners. Others, however, meandered their way on route 20, and Krystina, Meagan, and Dana’s group found Country Ice Cream a relaxing and calorie-loaded respite from the massive headwinds seeking to destroy all human presence in the state of Ohio. Dan, the dairly-allergic fellow that he is, was nearly driven to consumption of their largest soft-serve cone simply to escape the Sahara-like winds.
In other news, some people found the wind less of a problem than was their own sense of direction…namely, Kristine, who somehow found her way onto every road in a five-mile radius of SR_20 except for the one we actually wanted. Thankfully, her escapades put an end to the ongoing game of Clue the team had begun to narrow down who had been tampering with the team directions for the past six days of riding. The 4K team escaped her traps with their unparalleled common sense, however, and did an amazing job on the road to Fayette: population 1200. Unfortunately, Mariadina’s knee was acting up again, but the rest of the riders were able to close out the day nicely, some of whom went to Amigo’s Pizza: Mexican Restaurant for their first two courses of unadulterated fat and grease upon entering Fayette. As true champions, most of the riders pedaled down alleys and across town beforehand to truly fulfill their first 100 mile day, instead of wimping out at the direction’s pathetic 98 mile total. When the van picked up Mariadina, Jose immediately sped off to reach Fayette (having waited gentlemanly with Mariadina), slicing through and punishing the wind for the harm it did to his team all day long.
After a relaxing shower at the nearby campgrounds, the exhausted but confident and relieved squad enjoyed their home-cooked dinner in the Methodist Church basement, where over time confusion appeared to develop among the residents about what type of pie a host had baked – be it peanut butter or butterscotch? Krystina and Mary delivered one of the most fascinating 4K presentations to date, and the 4K team overall had a great time with the residents of this quaint little town, complete with their stories of trips to other towns and cooperation between the varying Christian denominations in town. What mattered most to our squad, however, were the efforts the people made to welcome us to into their small town and offer us a place to stay, food to eat, and above all else, conversation and company on another night of itinerancy. I believe that on this night, many of us gained a new understanding of the 4K’s purpose, and a thankfulness for the people with whom it continues to bring us into contact.
-Kieran Coleman
The day of our first century. Of course, it was ironic that we were met with the up-and-down roller coasters of Cedar Point the night before which more closely mirrored the hills of Pennsylvania. Thankfully, those dreaded monstrosities were not to be seen the following day. Instead, Ohio’s flatlands would give us our first opportunities to try our trade at pacelining but also enjoying some leisurely conversation and enjoyment of the relatively unchanging Ohio landscape. Of course, the best-looking group – Henrik, Kristen, Kieran, and Adam – sped off into the distance early on as they sought to break the world record for beginner paceliners. Others, however, meandered their way on route 20, and Krystina, Meagan, and Dana’s group found Country Ice Cream a relaxing and calorie-loaded respite from the massive headwinds seeking to destroy all human presence in the state of Ohio. Dan, the dairly-allergic fellow that he is, was nearly driven to consumption of their largest soft-serve cone simply to escape the Sahara-like winds.
In other news, some people found the wind less of a problem than was their own sense of direction…namely, Kristine, who somehow found her way onto every road in a five-mile radius of SR_20 except for the one we actually wanted. Thankfully, her escapades put an end to the ongoing game of Clue the team had begun to narrow down who had been tampering with the team directions for the past six days of riding. The 4K team escaped her traps with their unparalleled common sense, however, and did an amazing job on the road to Fayette: population 1200. Unfortunately, Mariadina’s knee was acting up again, but the rest of the riders were able to close out the day nicely, some of whom went to Amigo’s Pizza: Mexican Restaurant for their first two courses of unadulterated fat and grease upon entering Fayette. As true champions, most of the riders pedaled down alleys and across town beforehand to truly fulfill their first 100 mile day, instead of wimping out at the direction’s pathetic 98 mile total. When the van picked up Mariadina, Jose immediately sped off to reach Fayette (having waited gentlemanly with Mariadina), slicing through and punishing the wind for the harm it did to his team all day long.
After a relaxing shower at the nearby campgrounds, the exhausted but confident and relieved squad enjoyed their home-cooked dinner in the Methodist Church basement, where over time confusion appeared to develop among the residents about what type of pie a host had baked – be it peanut butter or butterscotch? Krystina and Mary delivered one of the most fascinating 4K presentations to date, and the 4K team overall had a great time with the residents of this quaint little town, complete with their stories of trips to other towns and cooperation between the varying Christian denominations in town. What mattered most to our squad, however, were the efforts the people made to welcome us to into their small town and offer us a place to stay, food to eat, and above all else, conversation and company on another night of itinerancy. I believe that on this night, many of us gained a new understanding of the 4K’s purpose, and a thankfulness for the people with whom it continues to bring us into contact.
-Kieran Coleman
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Day 6 and 7: Youngstown to Cleveland, Ohio
Friday, June 4rth; and Saturday,June 5th
Well, despite a few bumps we finally made it into Cleveland, and our first day off. Day 6 started off great, with a wonderful breakfast in Youngstown. The whole team made it to the first water stop in about an hour, a record time. And we were all riding along enjoying the beautiful Ohio countryside, the cool weather, and the fact that the road was flat as far as we could see. This was a welcome change from the Appalachians and Pennsylvania. Then as we left the second water stop, my riding group got our second flat of the day. We pulled over, changed it, and kept enjoying the flatness of Ohio. We got a third a couple miles later, but still thought nothing of it. Then suddenly, we went down a hill, and Kevin and Kieran both yell out simultaneously to stop. As we pulled over, we realized that Kevin had gotten his second flat of the day, and Kieran had somehow managed to pop both his tires at once, a difficult feat, to say the least. And as we’re sitting by the road, changing their tires, we realize that we no longer have any spare tubes without holes in them. So we bring out the patch kit, and are sitting there patching and changing tires. Meanwhile, we see every single other riding group, all twenty other riders for the day, ride past us to get first crack at lunch. At this point, the day had passed the point of annoyance, and just turned to comedy. We started joking about attempting to set the 4K record for most tires popped in a day. Finally, after about half an hour of tire patches and changes, we get back on the road and follow Jose and his rubber ducky socks to lunch. The rest of the afternoon went fine, although both Kevin and Kieran each managed to get an additional flat tire. And all the groups still managed to get to Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland in record time, where we settled into private rooms in the Phi Delta Theta house, preparing for our day off.
Everyone enjoyed the welcome break from our 5:30 am wakeups to Natalie’s iPod, and got out to explore the city. I was able to visit with a friend from Hopkins who is a Cleveland native, and got to see parts of the city that I would never have experienced otherwise. And the team was able to make those much needed trips to Target and the bike shops, buying supplies and bike gear we hadn’t realized we’d needed. A group made a trip to Lucky’s Diner for lunch, featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives, where they enjoyed the Reuben, supposedly made with homemade bread and real corned beef. And now I think I’m the only one still awake, it’s almost ten thirty and we are waking up at five am tomorrow so we can get our sixty miles done early and head to Cedar Point Amusement Park for the biggest roller coasters in the United States. Spirits are still high, and people’s legs are slowly getting less sore. It amazes me that a sixty mile ride is now a short day, barely a week into the trip. Hopefully that will prepare us for our first century coming up in a few days. Well goodbye Cleveland, the rest of Ohio, and rumors of a scavenger hunt, await.
-Dan Crankshaw
Well, despite a few bumps we finally made it into Cleveland, and our first day off. Day 6 started off great, with a wonderful breakfast in Youngstown. The whole team made it to the first water stop in about an hour, a record time. And we were all riding along enjoying the beautiful Ohio countryside, the cool weather, and the fact that the road was flat as far as we could see. This was a welcome change from the Appalachians and Pennsylvania. Then as we left the second water stop, my riding group got our second flat of the day. We pulled over, changed it, and kept enjoying the flatness of Ohio. We got a third a couple miles later, but still thought nothing of it. Then suddenly, we went down a hill, and Kevin and Kieran both yell out simultaneously to stop. As we pulled over, we realized that Kevin had gotten his second flat of the day, and Kieran had somehow managed to pop both his tires at once, a difficult feat, to say the least. And as we’re sitting by the road, changing their tires, we realize that we no longer have any spare tubes without holes in them. So we bring out the patch kit, and are sitting there patching and changing tires. Meanwhile, we see every single other riding group, all twenty other riders for the day, ride past us to get first crack at lunch. At this point, the day had passed the point of annoyance, and just turned to comedy. We started joking about attempting to set the 4K record for most tires popped in a day. Finally, after about half an hour of tire patches and changes, we get back on the road and follow Jose and his rubber ducky socks to lunch. The rest of the afternoon went fine, although both Kevin and Kieran each managed to get an additional flat tire. And all the groups still managed to get to Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland in record time, where we settled into private rooms in the Phi Delta Theta house, preparing for our day off.
Everyone enjoyed the welcome break from our 5:30 am wakeups to Natalie’s iPod, and got out to explore the city. I was able to visit with a friend from Hopkins who is a Cleveland native, and got to see parts of the city that I would never have experienced otherwise. And the team was able to make those much needed trips to Target and the bike shops, buying supplies and bike gear we hadn’t realized we’d needed. A group made a trip to Lucky’s Diner for lunch, featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives, where they enjoyed the Reuben, supposedly made with homemade bread and real corned beef. And now I think I’m the only one still awake, it’s almost ten thirty and we are waking up at five am tomorrow so we can get our sixty miles done early and head to Cedar Point Amusement Park for the biggest roller coasters in the United States. Spirits are still high, and people’s legs are slowly getting less sore. It amazes me that a sixty mile ride is now a short day, barely a week into the trip. Hopefully that will prepare us for our first century coming up in a few days. Well goodbye Cleveland, the rest of Ohio, and rumors of a scavenger hunt, await.
-Dan Crankshaw
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Day 5- Butler, PA to Youngstown, OH
Thursday, June 3
I’m starting to realize that right when things are at their smoothest is exactly when things seem to fall apart. Today when my group first left Butler, we jokingly said we would be the first group out and last group in. Oh, how I wish it hadn’t come true. But I’ll get to that in a minute. My group was mostly riders I’d ridden with before, including Andrew, Charlie and Krystina. Terrence was back again as well, with his chain restored for the second time (talk about some bad luck). I also had the chance to ride with Kieran for the first time, which was nice because he’s one of the more experienced riders on the team and he gave us some good tips on how to make the ride a little smoother. I had been experiencing some knee problems from the climbs on the previous days, and some of Kieran’s tips about keeping cadence and saving energy really helped alleviate some of the pain. He also taught us how to paceline, and I started to understand how some of those professional teams can make it across the country so quickly just from working off each other.
Unfortunately, we didn’t realize the drawback of pacelining until it was too late: you become oblivious of the world around you (especially road signs). We powered through the first water stop, patting ourselves on the back on being halfway done without doing much of any work at all. Then we made the choice to keep on plowing on through until lunch, having misread the directions and thinking we didn’t have to turn for almost ten miles. It was only after we’d crossed all that terrain that we realized we’d missed a turn right out of the water break. What was originally supposed to be one of the easier days on the trip turned into one of the more frustrating days so far. Getting lost is never a great feeling- especially when you’re on a bike and you have to make up all that ground with your own legs (and slowly). I really have to give some props to my group for pushing on through despite our little setback. We managed to get in not too long after the last of the groups had rolled in, even after adding 20 miles to our trip. I’m just happy that this wasn’t a 100 mile day, and that the rain held off for the most part. The cloud cover was actually a bit of a relief in light of the blistering heat of the previous few days. I’m really looking forward to biking through Ohio; as much as I love Pennsylvania, I can’t say I’ll be missing the Appalachians or the bumpy roads. It’s crazy to think that a week ago I was graduating from college, and now here I am chilling in a church right across the border in Ohio, having biked the whole way. Can’t wait for the next adventure!
-Chris Tait
I’m starting to realize that right when things are at their smoothest is exactly when things seem to fall apart. Today when my group first left Butler, we jokingly said we would be the first group out and last group in. Oh, how I wish it hadn’t come true. But I’ll get to that in a minute. My group was mostly riders I’d ridden with before, including Andrew, Charlie and Krystina. Terrence was back again as well, with his chain restored for the second time (talk about some bad luck). I also had the chance to ride with Kieran for the first time, which was nice because he’s one of the more experienced riders on the team and he gave us some good tips on how to make the ride a little smoother. I had been experiencing some knee problems from the climbs on the previous days, and some of Kieran’s tips about keeping cadence and saving energy really helped alleviate some of the pain. He also taught us how to paceline, and I started to understand how some of those professional teams can make it across the country so quickly just from working off each other.
Unfortunately, we didn’t realize the drawback of pacelining until it was too late: you become oblivious of the world around you (especially road signs). We powered through the first water stop, patting ourselves on the back on being halfway done without doing much of any work at all. Then we made the choice to keep on plowing on through until lunch, having misread the directions and thinking we didn’t have to turn for almost ten miles. It was only after we’d crossed all that terrain that we realized we’d missed a turn right out of the water break. What was originally supposed to be one of the easier days on the trip turned into one of the more frustrating days so far. Getting lost is never a great feeling- especially when you’re on a bike and you have to make up all that ground with your own legs (and slowly). I really have to give some props to my group for pushing on through despite our little setback. We managed to get in not too long after the last of the groups had rolled in, even after adding 20 miles to our trip. I’m just happy that this wasn’t a 100 mile day, and that the rain held off for the most part. The cloud cover was actually a bit of a relief in light of the blistering heat of the previous few days. I’m really looking forward to biking through Ohio; as much as I love Pennsylvania, I can’t say I’ll be missing the Appalachians or the bumpy roads. It’s crazy to think that a week ago I was graduating from college, and now here I am chilling in a church right across the border in Ohio, having biked the whole way. Can’t wait for the next adventure!
-Chris Tait
Day 3: Bedford to Gettysburg, PA
Tuesday, June 1
Today, we had a 65 mile ride through the Appalachians. It was slightly different from the past two days since riders of different levels were put into the same group. After a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, all prepared by the church we were staying at, we set out. Our group was able to make it up to Bald Knob, which was at an elevation of 2906 ft., at a decent pace and had a chance to stop and take some pictures. Thanks to Gayatri, who was driving the water van that day, we had a water stop just before we reached the top so we had a chance to catch our breath. After lunch, we continued on to another climb up to Laurel Hill Summit. Despite its name, it was a challenging climb but it was well worth it once we saw the view.
This ride was especially tough since we had two mountains to conquer. However, w e did have a pool party to look forward to that night. After we all arrived at the Greensburg YMCA, we went to an alum’s home, where they had amazing food that we especially appreciated after a grueling third day.
-Angela Chang
Today, we had a 65 mile ride through the Appalachians. It was slightly different from the past two days since riders of different levels were put into the same group. After a delicious breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, all prepared by the church we were staying at, we set out. Our group was able to make it up to Bald Knob, which was at an elevation of 2906 ft., at a decent pace and had a chance to stop and take some pictures. Thanks to Gayatri, who was driving the water van that day, we had a water stop just before we reached the top so we had a chance to catch our breath. After lunch, we continued on to another climb up to Laurel Hill Summit. Despite its name, it was a challenging climb but it was well worth it once we saw the view.
This ride was especially tough since we had two mountains to conquer. However, w e did have a pool party to look forward to that night. After we all arrived at the Greensburg YMCA, we went to an alum’s home, where they had amazing food that we especially appreciated after a grueling third day.
-Angela Chang
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Day 2: Waynesboro, PA to Bedford PA
Monday, May 31
Word of the day: Grueling
It is said that the first three days are more challenging than the Rockies. On top of the sleep deprived 73 mile of yesterday many of us could not imagine peddling…well perhaps ever again. All riders rose to the occasion with admirable zeal…at 5:30 in the morning! (different than my normal schedule to be sure) Packing the bags and stuffing our faces with a generously supplied breakfast went smoothly with everyone contributing a hand. Our first dedication circle came and went leaving everyone inspired and “ready” to get back in to the saddle. The first 30 miles went relatively well, rolling hills and a sprawling landscape escorted us to the dreaded “3” hills…in quotations because there were definitely more than 3 and they were definitely 2 mountains. As we passed a memorial parade I was entertained by relaxing memories which fled my mind immediately upon accenting the first hill. I can say in full honesty that I wouldn’t have been able to summit if I had known how long this deceiving hill would stretch on. After the first hill many team mates have share the sentiment that there should be a gear smaller than “granny gear” which seems like top gear on tough assents. Screaming muscles quieted in a super fun decent we all fully deserved…two hills to go…dun dun duuuun. The second hill came, and, traumatized by the first it was a pleasant surprise when what was sure to be more hill around the corner was down hill, then there was ANOTHER hill, atop which we finally ate a nourishing meal found by Adali. Unfortunately the break to a little too long and I felt my muscles practically atrophy which was a frightening state to go into the looming Mountain! Remembering some advice to be understanding and compassionate, allowing myself to get off and walk for the first time which gave me a new lease on life. All walking considered every peddle felt like the last one my body could handle. Finally, upon reaching the top we all were greeted by a well deserved water station and the satisfaction of our first SUMMET!!! Unfortunately we all had 20 more miles until true relief, Bedford PA. I won’t elaborate on the 20 mile haul except for the epic decent from the mountain we had just conquered. Finally upon reaching our wonderful hosts nestled in the cozy town of Bedford PA we were shuttled to one of the best showers I have ever had and then back to an incredible meal from which I was stuffed…it seams we are all metabolizing alarmingly fast. After fascinating dinner banter with the worldly townies Jose and Kristine led our first ----meeting—with additions from a particularly witty spectator. Now that I’m digesting and settled In I can barely keep my eyes open, but I feel sure of an incredible summer to come!
-Amelia Lindbergh
Word of the day: Grueling
It is said that the first three days are more challenging than the Rockies. On top of the sleep deprived 73 mile of yesterday many of us could not imagine peddling…well perhaps ever again. All riders rose to the occasion with admirable zeal…at 5:30 in the morning! (different than my normal schedule to be sure) Packing the bags and stuffing our faces with a generously supplied breakfast went smoothly with everyone contributing a hand. Our first dedication circle came and went leaving everyone inspired and “ready” to get back in to the saddle. The first 30 miles went relatively well, rolling hills and a sprawling landscape escorted us to the dreaded “3” hills…in quotations because there were definitely more than 3 and they were definitely 2 mountains. As we passed a memorial parade I was entertained by relaxing memories which fled my mind immediately upon accenting the first hill. I can say in full honesty that I wouldn’t have been able to summit if I had known how long this deceiving hill would stretch on. After the first hill many team mates have share the sentiment that there should be a gear smaller than “granny gear” which seems like top gear on tough assents. Screaming muscles quieted in a super fun decent we all fully deserved…two hills to go…dun dun duuuun. The second hill came, and, traumatized by the first it was a pleasant surprise when what was sure to be more hill around the corner was down hill, then there was ANOTHER hill, atop which we finally ate a nourishing meal found by Adali. Unfortunately the break to a little too long and I felt my muscles practically atrophy which was a frightening state to go into the looming Mountain! Remembering some advice to be understanding and compassionate, allowing myself to get off and walk for the first time which gave me a new lease on life. All walking considered every peddle felt like the last one my body could handle. Finally, upon reaching the top we all were greeted by a well deserved water station and the satisfaction of our first SUMMET!!! Unfortunately we all had 20 more miles until true relief, Bedford PA. I won’t elaborate on the 20 mile haul except for the epic decent from the mountain we had just conquered. Finally upon reaching our wonderful hosts nestled in the cozy town of Bedford PA we were shuttled to one of the best showers I have ever had and then back to an incredible meal from which I was stuffed…it seams we are all metabolizing alarmingly fast. After fascinating dinner banter with the worldly townies Jose and Kristine led our first ----meeting—with additions from a particularly witty spectator. Now that I’m digesting and settled In I can barely keep my eyes open, but I feel sure of an incredible summer to come!
-Amelia Lindbergh
Day 1: Baltimore to Waynesboro
Sunday, May 30th
May 30th,2010 will be the day that I will always remember vividly as each and every memory associated with this day is unique in one way or another. The 72 miles that each of the 28 riders rode their bicycles was made somewhat easier with the love and the support of awesome and wonderful 4K alums.
It all started at 5:00 a.m. on Sunday morning, when most of us would normally be sleeping away to glory. Instead we gathered behind Shriver Hall to pack the vans and see the sunrise. I heard someone saying, we will be seeing a lot of sunrises this summer. I thought to myself, every single one of them except the 11 rest days we will have on the trip. Soon after some eeee…haaaaaaa… we headed to the Inner Harbor for the send-off ceremony. We formed a caravan, with one van at the front and one at the back and the 28 riders forming a double file behind each other. It just seemed so grand; the reality of each of us being a part of something historic dawned on me for the first time. We arrived at the Inner Harbor to an arousing welcome by the friends and
family members of the 4k riders. Jose and Krisitne, the co-directors for the 2010 gave a brief introduction about the 4K, how it was started by Ryan Hanley and Leah Bloom in 2002 to honor Ryan’s father who died from cancer in 1995. They talked about expanding the 4K and having three different cross country rides in 2011. Representative from the two main beneficiaries of 4KforCancer, Baltimore Hope Lodge coordinator Karen Seaberry and Dr. Jean Ford of the Sidney Kimmel Comprehensive Cancer Center gave brief speeches acknowledging the great efforts of the riders over these past 9 years in helping further cancer research and providing quality care to cancer patients at the Baltimore Hope Lodge.
Soon the riders dipped their back tires in the holy waters of the Baltimore Inner Harbor
and after some final goodbyes and hugs to friends and family headed in the NW direction towards Waynesboro in groups of 3-6 riders. I was riding with Kieran, Henrik, Sara and Kristen- some of the strongest riders in our team. Henrik and Kieran are the only two in the group that have some professional biking experience and I learned a lot on Day 1. Just watching Kieran glide down on some of the down hills was amazing and I soon incorporated that biking posture in my ride. Henrik and Kristen started pace lining and it was an absolute treat to watch Kristen follow Henrik so closely, separated by no more than a couple of inches. I was also inspired by Sara's rock steady cadence on the first hill towards the end of the day...there is so much to learn!!!
At mile 15, we made our first water stop at a fire station.
It made me really happy to see a jar of Nutella on the table as I had mentioned at one of our team meetings how I hated Peanut Butter and loved Nutella. The 4K alums who were riding with us were truly epic. Needless to say they took care of everything from driving the vans on Day 1, to arranging all the logistics of the water and lunch stops and shuttling the bags to our destination. What really impressed me was the chemistry that the 4K alum shared and I only hoped for a special bond with our group of 28 riders. At mile 35, we did our lunch stop and again the 4K alum were just ready to feed us nicely crafted sandwiches that just melted in the mouth of the riders…it was like a p…p...party in my mouth!!! kinda feeling. At the lunch stop I ended up getting some `gyan’ (knowledge) from Rob, a 4K alum. He mentioned how we need to force feed ourselves and that we would develop rock solid legs by the end of the trip, something that I was really looking forward to.
After the lunch stop we would encounter the first hill of the trip that was a 3 mile steep ascent that I did at 4mph average speed. Our group finished first and Jeff, one of the support staff at the church showed us the showers and snacks. The other groups started flowing in at regular intervals and after a fabulous feast the 4K alums wished us good luck and headed back to Baltimore.
Just when everyone was ready to crash down and start snoring, we were told that we are having a team pow wow!!! Wasn’t too excited at the idea of keeping awake for another few hours...but what soon followed was truly inspirational and heart moving for me. Each rider shared something close, something personal about their lives and their reasons for being on this trip. After a lot of tears and laughs, it felt as if we were already starting to bond together as a group.
-Abhishek Gupta
May 30th,2010 will be the day that I will always remember vividly as each and every memory associated with this day is unique in one way or another. The 72 miles that each of the 28 riders rode their bicycles was made somewhat easier with the love and the support of awesome and wonderful 4K alums.
It all started at 5:00 a.m. on Sunday morning, when most of us would normally be sleeping away to glory. Instead we gathered behind Shriver Hall to pack the vans and see the sunrise. I heard someone saying, we will be seeing a lot of sunrises this summer. I thought to myself, every single one of them except the 11 rest days we will have on the trip. Soon after some eeee…haaaaaaa… we headed to the Inner Harbor for the send-off ceremony. We formed a caravan, with one van at the front and one at the back and the 28 riders forming a double file behind each other. It just seemed so grand; the reality of each of us being a part of something historic dawned on me for the first time. We arrived at the Inner Harbor to an arousing welcome by the friends and
family members of the 4k riders. Jose and Krisitne, the co-directors for the 2010 gave a brief introduction about the 4K, how it was started by Ryan Hanley and Leah Bloom in 2002 to honor Ryan’s father who died from cancer in 1995. They talked about expanding the 4K and having three different cross country rides in 2011. Representative from the two main beneficiaries of 4KforCancer, Baltimore Hope Lodge coordinator Karen Seaberry and Dr. Jean Ford of the Sidney Kimmel Comprehensive Cancer Center gave brief speeches acknowledging the great efforts of the riders over these past 9 years in helping further cancer research and providing quality care to cancer patients at the Baltimore Hope Lodge. Soon the riders dipped their back tires in the holy waters of the Baltimore Inner Harbor
and after some final goodbyes and hugs to friends and family headed in the NW direction towards Waynesboro in groups of 3-6 riders. I was riding with Kieran, Henrik, Sara and Kristen- some of the strongest riders in our team. Henrik and Kieran are the only two in the group that have some professional biking experience and I learned a lot on Day 1. Just watching Kieran glide down on some of the down hills was amazing and I soon incorporated that biking posture in my ride. Henrik and Kristen started pace lining and it was an absolute treat to watch Kristen follow Henrik so closely, separated by no more than a couple of inches. I was also inspired by Sara's rock steady cadence on the first hill towards the end of the day...there is so much to learn!!!At mile 15, we made our first water stop at a fire station.
It made me really happy to see a jar of Nutella on the table as I had mentioned at one of our team meetings how I hated Peanut Butter and loved Nutella. The 4K alums who were riding with us were truly epic. Needless to say they took care of everything from driving the vans on Day 1, to arranging all the logistics of the water and lunch stops and shuttling the bags to our destination. What really impressed me was the chemistry that the 4K alum shared and I only hoped for a special bond with our group of 28 riders. At mile 35, we did our lunch stop and again the 4K alum were just ready to feed us nicely crafted sandwiches that just melted in the mouth of the riders…it was like a p…p...party in my mouth!!! kinda feeling. At the lunch stop I ended up getting some `gyan’ (knowledge) from Rob, a 4K alum. He mentioned how we need to force feed ourselves and that we would develop rock solid legs by the end of the trip, something that I was really looking forward to. After the lunch stop we would encounter the first hill of the trip that was a 3 mile steep ascent that I did at 4mph average speed. Our group finished first and Jeff, one of the support staff at the church showed us the showers and snacks. The other groups started flowing in at regular intervals and after a fabulous feast the 4K alums wished us good luck and headed back to Baltimore.
Just when everyone was ready to crash down and start snoring, we were told that we are having a team pow wow!!! Wasn’t too excited at the idea of keeping awake for another few hours...but what soon followed was truly inspirational and heart moving for me. Each rider shared something close, something personal about their lives and their reasons for being on this trip. After a lot of tears and laughs, it felt as if we were already starting to bond together as a group.
-Abhishek Gupta
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