Tag: 27.5+
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Wairoa to Napier
“You looking at the bird?” There’s a little black bird hopping around the grass. “He’s called B-fah. You see? B for bird!” T starts cracking up at his own joke. He’s an older Maori guy, thin and wiry, fluorescent camo…
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Rotorua to Gisborne
It’s raining in Rotorua. Which is just fine, because we’re happy and dry in a house. “You guys could probably jump on a trip today,” says our friend Dicky. The raft trips are quick, only 30 minutes or something down…
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The Big Boy
This is the Big Boy. I like her very much. So first, why- in the last year I’ve been real taken with skateboarding. I couldn’t imagine taking a winter off the board, but I still wanted to go bike touring.…
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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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To Christchurch
“Now, we enter the Plains of Despair!” I say. We’ve left the mountains and are have to cross about a hundred miles of very flat farm country before Christchurch. “I really wish you would stop calling it the Plains of…
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Dunedin to Mt. Cook
We ride into Dunedin on a sunny afternoon, then a cold rain moves in. We pay to camp at a hostel, which is a nice option sometimes— sleep in the yard instead of in a smelly, snore filled dorm, hang…
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