Category: Cross Country
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Florida and Mississippi
We’ve just crossed the Alabama Florida line, and the 15th and 16th dogs that day run out of their yard to chase me, and I snap. “Arff arff arff arff arff!” they yell. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!” I…
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Alabama
We’re in a Mexican restaurant that’s playing twangy country music. New Year’s Eve. It was a long day, not much above freezing and heavy rain and we had no choice but to ride 60 miles to get here, Ozark, Alabama,…
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Georgia
A little black and tan chihuahua sprints flat out down the hillside. “Ahrahrahrah!” he yells at us. We’re on a nice quiet road outside of Athens, Georgia. “Look at this little guy,” I say. He keeps coming, hits the raised…
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Railroad Tracks and Raccoon Trails Across America: South Carolina
“I can see a trail down there. We should turn around,” says Colleen. We’re 20 feet above the swamp, balancing our bikes on a railroad trestle that’s being rebuilt as a bike bridge, but isn’t quite done. It has some…
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Mystery Pee (and we’re riding cross country)
“I think I left your water bottle in the mini van, let me grab it,” Colleen says. It looks like someone filled the bottle with beer. She unscrews the top. Scrunches up her nose. “This is full.” She pauses and…
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