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
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