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Derek and John’s Epic Caper

We are a couple of middle aged guys from Fife in Scotland who in a moment of madness entered Cape Epic 2010. To remind us of the journey to the start line we started a blog. This is our story.

Check out the Blog for my Summer Cycle Adventure

Hey Everybody,

just trying to get some more people to check out my adventure down the West Coast from the Canadian Border to the Mexican Border.

TELivingston.blogspot.com

I am raising funds for my alumni Western Washington University and a project for Landslide Risk Reduction in Guatemala City in conjuction with Oxfam International.

I am in San Fransisco currently and making my way through the rest of Cali at a leasiurly pace for the rest of August trying to raise funds and explore.

Thanks for checking it out, have a good one.

-Taylor

TELivingston@gmail.com

Easy rider

We may be slow but at least we’re mo7s

http://mo7s.blogspot.com/

Just the average over-the-hiller who enjoys riding bikes in the woods, taking the occasional picture, and then blathering about the ride with friends. Not exactly Mark Twain but if you enjoy bikes you may find it entertaining. Give it a whirl, or not. Whatever.

road

   I rode the Bicycle Tour of Colorado in June, and the Copper Triangle and Colorado Rocky Mountain Bike Tour in August. My blog features pictures and accounts from those trips as well as a lot of the rides I did in preparation for those rides. I like to ride on trails around town and country roads around eastern Kansas, and I love to ride  multi-day tours anywhere. I’ve done the Tour de Kota in South Dakota a couple times,  and would like to add BAK, Border Raiders, CANDISC, BRAN, RAGBRAI, and Oklahoma Freewheel to my list. Eventually a multi-day tour in every state would be awesome! In the meantime, I like to write about being a cyclist, riding, planning to ride, and everything that goes with it.

VeloLoser

VeloLoser, in which a steel-frame, Brooks saddle-riding cyclist documents his journey into the world of competitive cycling without a clue where to begin.

Your comments are encouraged.

http://www.veloloser.com

Why you should read Jeffs Bke Blog

Did you ever want to know how to remove the spider from a Tune Crank, how to pace yourself better in Time trials with a power tap, how to repair formula Oro brakes, how to find out what I did on my holidays!!

Riding With One Eye and a Flat Tire on the Silver Comet!!

I hope you find this amusing. Let me know what you think. http://bikenrgy.blogspot.com

Alaska to Mexico!

So there I was, mooning the wind. 

I know that sounds pretty rediculous, but there I was nonetheless with my butt-cheeks out flapping in the Canadian wind, red, white, black and blue  like a flag claiming a new land.  What exactly was I thinking when I up and decided to ride my bike from Anchorage down to Tijuana Mexico?  I mean seriously, I had just undergone major knee surgery just a year prior, and then I went and made hamburger out of my shoulder, but then there I was, in the middle of the Yukon, crippled, yelling and shaking my fist and the wind,  finally bearing my blessed behind in a final expression of disgust.

Meanwhile, my 15 year old brother watched from the side of the road–too tired to participate with my colorful display out in the middle of the desolate Canadian highway.  How had he been roped into this mess?  Oh, thats right.  I booked his ticket up to Anchorage without much more discussion than, “Hey!  You wanna ride bikes with me from Anchorage down to Mexico?”  So if he died out there, his blood was on my hands.  Dad would be PISSED.

Wait, HE’s the one to blame!   My dad wass the REAL reason for my grief.  He was going to meet us in Vancouver to join us the rest of the way to Mexico…  He’s the one who booked his ticket into Vancouver only 32 days after we would fly into Anchorage, thus making me and my brother have to average 75 miles per day to meet up with him!  75 miles per day!?  Through THIS terrain!?  You’ve gotta be nuts!  That is the same pace as the Panamerican Highway World record holders for speed!  We aren’t atheletes!  I was a cripple, and my brother was the official token “fat kid” at his school!  And somehow we’d found ourselves in the middle of the last great American frontier, completely unsupported, on our bikes.

After a week strait of brutal headwinds through the Alaskan and Canadian rockies, with freezing rain and miles of gravel roads, I couldn’t see how we could possibly make it to Vancouver in time.

So there I was in the middle of the Yukon.  With my 15 year old brother.  With two bikes full of camp-gear.  Mooning the wind.  And I was having the time of my life.