One of our favorites on the trip — spicy cumin lamb hand-pulled noodles from Xian Famous Foods ($6) on East Broadway. SO delicious. This place is cash only and has standing space for
4 people at a little counter. This and a coconut cream filled donut could be my last meal on earth.
Last meal in NY at the Meatball Shop. The Everything But The Kitchen Sink
Salad was crazy delicious: spicy pork balls + mushroom cream sauce with arugula, marinated beets, vinegary cucumbers, and perfectly blanched and oiled broccoli.
Tomorrow we fly back to San Francisco and do what took us 60 days in 6 hours.
Our bodies keep screaming FOOD FOOD FOOD.
Our legs may be ripped but we’re damn skinny everywhere else.
Here’s some of the stuff we ate, just imagine ice cream and junk food interspersed between photos.
We were exhausted and against the wants of our bellies had to go to sleep after this.
The next day:
The night ended with ice cream and Adventure Time on the Cartoon Network.
Good morning from behind someone’s fence in Reamstown. We slept 4 hours and hit the road within 10 minutes before anyone could kick us out.
Leaving Reamstown. We couldn’t believe this was the last day!
Apple cheesecake. This was a perfect lunch stop — we had food that was actually really good, beautiful scenery, and some guy was playing digeridoo and other instruments below us. We spent way too long here but it didn’t matter.
Schuylkill River Trail, a bike path that didn’t suck. We took this all the way to Conshohoken and wished we could have stayed on it 16 more miles to Philadelphia, but with 90 miles to go we didn’t have any time. We took a break to eat some bread and cookies, biked next to a guy in a really nice vintage Mercedes and chatted for a while, then rode to Amber to get hyped.
The small, one-lane, tree-covered back roads were some of the spookiest on the trip — perfect place to find a ghost, witch, or serial killer. We rode into spiderwebs all night and heard the craziest sounds. Riding took a long time not just because we were sleep deprived and tired, but the roads were dark and poorly paved. Trying to find the right turnoff in the dark also slowed us down.
Once we only had 20 miles to go we contemplated sleeping next to a bank for a while. We were so sleepy but decided to just go for it.
60 days, 53 days of riding, 4,007 miles (not including getting lost and exploring), a desert, 4 mountain ranges, and a bunch of adventures later… we made it to our friend’s house in Brooklyn with our 80lb bicycles.
What a surreal feeling.
Stay tuned for post-tour goodies, reflections, and whatnot.
as my grandma would say in Surinamese, “KLARIE KABA!”
At noon we stopped in Jarrettsville for lunch. It was a weird Hawaiian themed ice cream and sandwich place that played songs from the Rugrats soundtrack. Food was really bad and we sat there for almost 2 hours.
This is all we could see.
Biking in the dark took us forever. We got into Reamstown around 1:30am, ate dinner behind the fire house, then set up our tent between someone’s fence and tree. Didn’t sleep till 2:00am. We are officially squatters!
Today we left Maury and Rebecca’s house in Maryland and biked 7 miles to D.C. to get back on route.
Rock Creek River Trail, pretty at times but it was the worst bike path we’ve encountered. It was poorly signed and extremely confusing with turn offs everywhere twisting every which way. With the heat it took us 4 hours to go just 24 miles. Really. We kept getting lost and frustrated.
We decided to stop early in town. The volunteer fire house put us up for the night. Everyone was super fun to talk to. One of the guys told us how he took his fire class with Joaquin Pheonix and that they went to 9 strip clubs together in 3 weeks. He’d hand him $100 bills to give to the girls… I would have pocketed them. “Then John Travolta would walk in looking like an ape.”
We got our own cubicle with bunks! Listened to the county operator all night over the speaker system. “Female, 25, loss of consciousness… Male, 32, suicide…” It kept waking us up. Morbid, but the voice was kind of soothing at the same time.
Tomorrow is crunch time to get to NY in 2 days.
After riding 18 days straight we were tired and going a bit crazy, so what better place to take a day off than D.C.?
The house we stayed in was so acoustic that making dinner late at night was sort of awkward. We tried our best not to make a bunch of noise. Matt washed the cheese grater with the fancy parmesan inside it still… We couldn’t do anything right!
Ron. He suggested we take Highway 1 to D.C. because it was a more direct route and we’d have more time to explore the city. Against the advice of our maps we decided to brave the traffic and no shoulder and do it.
I tried sweet talking the security guards into letting us bring our bikes up to take a picture. Although the answer was no, they picked a few bugs out of my hair. Man I’ve been outside for a long time.
Javier and Oscar. We got lost trying to find the bike path to Bethesda, where we were going to stay with a family friend of Matt’s mom. These pedi-bike guys were really cool and helped us with directions. Javier offered us his place but we had already promised to be in Maryland.
We realized we didn’t have to go all the way to Ashland to head up the Atlantic Coast route, and that we could just take the 208 north straight to Fredericksburg and save 50 miles. 30 miles away we ran into a road cyclist named Stan and he invited us to stay at his house in Fredericksburg.
Okay, so he ended up having a lot to say that we didn’t agree with, including: the Muslim religion is evil (and Christianity is somehow perfect), there is no rape in Japan, girls get pregnant as teenagers to be popular, Asians treat life cheaply, hence all the prostitution in Thailand, and poverty has nothing to do with violence in America. All this and more aside he was a very interesting, complex character and we appreciated the sense of camaraderie he held toward us as fellow cyclists. We enjoyed his stories about flying airplanes for a living and cave diving very much.
Phoebe does incredible work as an investigator for the Innocence Project at the University of Virginia School of Law. She offered to take our gear into town since she was going there anyway and we got to have a fun 10 mile birthday ride.
We didn’t leave Charlottesville until 3:30pm, and it was time well spent. After being lost for half an hour we started our 55 mile ride to Mineral.
Got to Mineral’s Volunteer Fire Station around 9 or 9:30pm. We took showers, used their kitchen, and watched music videos on the country channel. The firemen were bagging on each other all night. All we can say is there was some sort of sex act caught on tape and they were trying to find who was who.
We set up tent outside right next to the train tracks — we were so sleepy neither of us woke up once.