Sorry for the delay, more to come shortly

In the short interim between now and the next post, I thought you might like to hear the President of World Bicycle Relief, F.K. Day and Pro-Cycling Director Johann Brunell getting interviewed about the project by Bicycling.com. Check it out HERE.

Flashback: Leaving Garnett, SC

We got a visit from super-friends Pete and Lara, where we stayed in a church together in Garnett, SC, then rolled to Statesboro, GA, together for a stay in a heavily discounted mega-swanky hotel. Pete took some video footage and edited it together. Enjoy!
- Aaron

Key West! First stop: chips, salsa and margaritas.

Aaron and i saw an awesome sunset on bahia honda and we rode our bikes here!

Crazy keys bike path almost all day. I saw a huge iguana run across the road in front of me.

Into the organic coastline

As we head into the everglades, I have learned a few things, the everglades are not a swamp, but rather a slow moving river (about 1/4 mile per day, or just slower than we are moving :)) which forms an organic coastline at the bottom of Florida. From what I understand, an organic coastline is one that is changing through deposits of sand carried by the currents. I have also learned a bit about snakes and aligators, some of which you can see above. That's all for now, thanks for reading and I will post more as soon as I can. Thanks for reading.

Blake

The florida you've probably never seen

Aaron and I spent the last few riding days on beautiful rolling hills in central florida, surrounded bu trees, green everywhere and plenty of horses, goats and cows. It was absolutely gorgeous and a reminder to both of us that there is always something you didn't expect, in every state. We have also been fortunate enough to travel on a few of the many bike paths in florida, which is a great way to relax a bit more and get to hang out with the birds and turtles.

A lesson was learned at our campsite, you may have read a bulletin or tow about how raccoons can open zippers, so don't leave food in a bag out side? Well, they are true and I am one apple and some peanuts lighter because of it. Photos soon, thanks for reading.

Blake

New Tour Diaries

Hey everyone, Aaron here. I just got two new tour diaries uploaded. Check 'em out: Chickens in the Woods and The Circus Comes to Town.

G A I N E S V I L L E

So with 1 thousand 6 hundred 6ty and Six miles ridden thus far, we are locked into the city home of the U of F and No Idea Records for the next few days. The ride into town was punctuated and surrounded by a dense humid fog that coated the body and made any hope of evaporation disappear into pools of sweat running into our clothing and onto the road. I imagine that the feeling is not unlike dipping yourself into that magic chocolate sauce they put on ice cream, except a whole lot saltier. Water, chips and frozen beverages lined our route and our stomachs bringing us into our big planned stop of the trip.

With over 300 bands, the fest is certainly a sight to be seen. In addition to the bands, members, road crew, organizers and volunteers, there are thousands of people here in town to see the shows take part in the reverie. This leaves the majority of the fest looking like one absolutely huge line. However it is a fast moving line if sometimes confusing. For example: Jon and I went to the No Idea headquarters today for a barbecue lunch they were having, we pulled up out front to see a line wrapped around the house. Deciding no BBQ was worth that kind of wait we opted to head to another location, opting to ride around the house and see how big the line was. Coming around the corner, there were 6 tents, about 100 boxes of stuff with random folks digging in for their share of the No Idea bounty, a guitar raffle, a dude in a skin tight green suit and another line of about 10 people in front of a grill, score one for going around back.

If you haven't been to Gainesville, come and check it out, there's friendly people, tons of bike shops, lanes and a few paths, excellent food a few beautiful lakes and absolutely gorgeous weather. Big thanks to the folks in Battle, a local hardcore band who will make you love the pit, yell along with pride and let you camp in their back yard.

Thats the update, more pictures when I remember my camera or get a hold of Jon's thanks for reading and if you are in Gainesville come on by the Civic Media Center space on Sunday at 8pm for AtticaAttica!

Blake

Made it to gainesville, fest registration and pre-show madness

Florida!

Georgia welcomed us with rain, kept us sailing along with cloudy skies and intermittent showers, but pushed us on into our final state with glorious sunshine. During our stay we visited Gordonia Althamaha State Park which was simply fantastic, traveled on some dirt roads and dreamed of sunshine and eagerly anticipated our trip into Gainesville. We will get there tomorrow and I couldn't be more excited. Enjoy the photos and thanks for reading.
Blake

Southern Hospitality, Statesboro and Beyond

As of right now we have 5 more riding days to arrive in Gainesville, hard to believe that we have ridden almost 1400 miles already. Very cool for us to think about at this point when we look back on that first night in Massachusetts, cold, wet and with a leaking tent. The transition from North Carolina to South Carolina could not have been more stark. We we were waved out of the Tar heel state with a single finger and a large soda cup, both presented to us from a fast moving pickup truck and welcomed into South Carolina with clean roads, blue skies and some of the friendliest folks we have met. Outside of the transition day, North Carolina was a gem, so do not be deterred by our experience, I for one will certainly be back.

We enjoyed some beautiful beach side state parks and a glorious fire, with some wood donated by previous campers to keep us warm until Pajama time, beautiful side roads and a wonderful dinner at the Hendersonville Methodist church.

My Girlfriend Laurel's Mom Lois is a Methodist Reverend and set up a talk, and show for us at her parish. Even on short notice, there was a room full of people who came out to support us with their love and generosity. To be in a new place and be welcomed in so heartily is a great feeling and we could not have asked for more. We were also introduced to Pastor Mike Lack who let us stay in his church the following night, definitely a new experience for me and the luxury of not having to set up camp was as appreciated as the time we spent talking with one another and the hospitality that was more generous than we ever expected.

My penchant for cookies has also followed us south of the Mason-Dixon as we were able to polish off almost 4 dozen delicious oatmeal raisin cookies, that Lois made for us, in about 2 days.

We are into Georgia until Gainesville and the internet will be sparse, but expect a full update come Gainesville and a whole lot of crazieness as the Fest Kicks into high gear. Check out AtticaAttica.org or the Fest site for Aaron's showtimes and thanks for reading.

Blake

Spending the night at Huntington Beach State Park in South Carolina. We can hear the ocean from our campsite. Its chilly but we have a big fire to keep us warm.

Into Wilmington and on our way

We rode for only our second day in the rain, albeit a full one this time, our spirits were kept up by our singing, relentless jokes and thoughts of our day off in Wilmington in one more day. It was originally scheduled as a 30 mile day, but when you are already wet and its cold, might as well ride some more and stay warm rather than put your self in a tent for the afternoon eh? Spent the evening with our tents set up under a picnic hut at cedar riverside campground which was the absolute best place to be, thanks to the owner Joyce for being so cool with a little unorthodox camping. Spent the evening next door at Dales Pub owning high scores on the magic touch teamstyle and myself and aaron practicing our aim on the dart board. The locals were happy to chat and the morning brought dry skies and dry clothes thanks to the campsites drier.

On the way to Wilmington, we passed the Lejune Marines base where the fences on the side of the highway were covered with banners welcoming folks home from their military tours abroad. Some were family appropriate, but for the most part, I would say that there are some mighty aggressive women around the base, Yow. Ask us about that later.
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Wilmington itself brought our first encounter with fellow tourists. In a totally unbelievable coincidence, they are also riding for charity, also going to Florida and just like us are outstanding individuals. The difference is that they are riding from Pittsburgh to Orlando with backbacks and brakeless BMX bikes. Lets make sure that's clear, these dudes Bryce and Jeff are riding about 1500 miles with BRAKELESS BMX BIKES AND BACKPACKS! Outstanding, especially after I have spent a lifetime riding BMX, poorly, and always getting asked when I am giving my little brother his bike back. Just goes to show that the runwhatyoubrung philosophy holds true for bike touring as well, you just have to have a lot of heart. All of our hat's are off to these fellow warriors of two wheeled travel, please go to their blog and check them out, they are raising money for a memorial skatepark in Pittsburgh and they can be found at . See you in Florida guys!

Wilmington also brought excellent hang out sessions with our hosts KC and Trever, some great bike path rides, good bike shop[ experiences and our first case of conflict between rock and roll and bike tour lifestyle. Nothing big, but lets just say that going out and then watching movies until 3:30am does not lend itself well to an early start to the day. Fortunately we had a short ride to the gorgeous Carolina Beach State Park. We will be on the Ferry tomorrow morning to continue or trek, I hope to see you along the way.

Blake

The Outer Banks

Today is our last day on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The skies have darkened, but the wind will be at our backs pushing us along towards ferries and terraferma. It has been a great time to ride by the ocean for the last few days, there are even some large bike friendly sidewalk paths and separated areas to ride! There was also the longest bridge we have ridden across from Kittyhawk to Hatteras Island, almost 2 miles! I can't wait to see how it feels to ride the bridges between the Key's in a month. We stayed a night in Kitty Hawk at Adventure Bound Campground where we had Peacocks for site mates. People here have been helpful and friendly, it has definitely been a highlight of the trip.

So far we have ridden 827 miles and have 1418 miles to go. I remember driving to Florida with my family when I was young and my brother, sister and I being so excited when we got to Florida, even when my dad told us we still had a long way to go. I will definitely be excited to get to Florida again and I don't think we will mind the extra days along the coast to get to Key West.

Norfolk to Belle Island

Reached Belle Island, NC under sunny skies and on flat roads. Setting up camp on the waters edge and watching the boats troll around the bay. Thanks to Chris and Colin for making our visit to Norfolk so great. Big thanks also to the Boot, who hosted the show and gave us some of the best italian food I have ever eaten. If you are touring through the area definitely give them a call.

New Tour Diaries

As Blake posts some of our daily adventures, I've been keeping a couple tour diaries documenting some of the other aspects of bike tour. My newest entries are at Punknews.org and the Willamette Weekly. Enjoy!
- Aaron

Nuts to you

We took 2 days and a few more miles than originally thought to get from Richmond to Norfolk. I think that when you come to a gated and closed road in the morning and a bridge that is closed, and on a naval base, in the afternoon, it becomes clear that sometimes the GPS is more of a handy reference tool than a Sherpa guide. Both days were beautiful, with just a short bit of rain on the ride into Norfolk.

Both days were ridden on roads surrounded by green and yellow plants which we figured out were Peanuts not quite ready for our energy bars or g.o.r.p. I have never spent time in this part of the country and it was incredible to see all of the plants and spend some riding time guessing about what they were before figuring it out. This weeks food goal, boiled peanuts, I have heard mixed reviews, but a local vegan food staple? I'm in for a taste.

Oh, and the Richmond show? Full of energy and good people, an un-advertised house show, due to the possibility if shut down, had 4 bands rocking Carl's living room and singing loudly into the night. Harris, brought smooth acoustic style to get the crowd warmed up with originals, good humor and an occasional Boss reference before Aaron and Pedals On Our Pirate Ships took over. When you see someone singing at full volume, and well, in a living room it is an impressive sight. Aaron was playing his heart out and from the faces and reactions of the crowd he touched quite a few of them. POOPS took over and continued the full bore vocal vibe with singer/guitarista Matt, Adrianne on Melodica and vocals, and Louis on the coctail kit and yells. If you want to see a band with great songs and chemistry to match, do your self a favor and check them out. Matt is also a total doppelganger for my friend Knobbe, also Matt, from Santa Cruz. I don't know if Richmond Matt is handy with a saw, but the two should get together and build a rock house and make it live up to the billing.

One thing has been made clear to me over the past few weeks, there is a serious problem with house shows getting shut down by the police. Which while I understand might be a problem from time to time, certainly do not normally necessitate the need for authoritative intervention. If you live in a house, especially if you own one, do the music arts and artists a favor and organize a show. Tell the neighbors and invite them over, make up some rules you can live with and make it happen. You and all your new friends would appreciate it.

Hanging Out Over The James

We took a shortcut early this morning by way of the train into Richmond. Mainly due to route uncertainties, Aaron's knee pain which necessitated a trip to a bike shop for a fitting and the length of days back to back that would have to have been covered to get to the show on time. I won't say it was all easy though as we left the house at 5:30 to get to Union station in DC for a 7:30 train. The streets were nearly empty and the sky was dark, the air had a slight chill to it which made the ride even more enjoyable as it helped to wake us up from an evening spent having a bit too many libations and perhaps eating like it was the last meal(s) we would see for days.

The train ride was smooth and while there was a part missing from my bike it was only a rubber cover to my shifter and all of the bikes were re-assembled and functioning quickly. Once we arrived in Richmond at the house, we unloaded the gear, toppled a Jenga wall and headed out for some coffee and food at a local cafe. Our oversize balloon stomachs re-inflated Jon and I took a walk down to the river to visit Belle Island and do some exploring in the rock walls and tidal pools which make up the island. Belle Island served as a prison and a power station for many years, but is now vacant of residents and open to all who wish to enjoy some woods and adventure during the daylight hours. There are still ruins of the hydro electric station which used to power Richmond's streetcars, although they are quickly being taken over and becoming part of the foliage. Definitely a place worth visiting and it is made easy by a very convenient foot bridge under the highway. Back to the house for the show and off to Surry, VA tomorrow. I am looking forward to the long ride and relaxing by the bay in the State Park tomorrow. Thanks for reading and I'll see you in Norfolk.
Blake

Day 8: NYC-New Brunwick

We picked up the bikes at Matt and Claire's which took a little more time than thought, due to gear re-packing, my flat tire and the logistics of getting 3 bikes and a trailer full of gear down an upper west side elevator. We then tackled our first hill of the day which came in the form of a ramp from the basement level to the street. The effort required to push the bikes up this incline reminded me of why the gearing we have in such a necessity on the trip. After we made it up the ramp, we rolled down broadway for a quick bagel, and some for the road, before heading down to the ferry.

The ferry ride across the river was a quick jaunt that left us on the banks in Jersey City, which well past rush hour we had almost to ourselves. We headed through the city towards Newark on ever busier roads, which was not a problem until we had to cross the Newark Harbor. There are few bridges that cross, and right about 0 that are fun to cross on a bike. The part that had me laughing while the trucks rolled by on rt.1-9 at 55 was the sidewalk. There was so much overgrowth and glass that it would have been sure flat tires before the bridge if you could get on it, then when the bridge crosses the harbor, it is totally clear and clean, but you would have to climb over a jersey barrier wall to get there, not exactly feasible with a 80lb bike and a trailer. We screamed in our heads, rode as fast as we could and got it over and done with as quickly as possible.

We rolled into New Brunswick on some hilly and pleasant roads, found the house where the show was held and walked down to the farmers market for some pasta and vegetables. Jon cooked up a killer feast for us and the folks trickling in for the show while one of the residents was frying up some Chicken of the Woods. If you are not familiar with COTW, it is a forest mushroom that when breaded and fried, the only way I have had it, tastes like a chicken finger, and hence the name.

The show was excellent, with Teenage Cool Kids and local rockers The Measure, keeping the crowd going until noise violation time rolled around and it was time to shut things down. With city regulations keeping the amps off for the night PJ Bond stepped up with his acoustic to continue the party. PJ is currently living out of his car and playing shows as much as possible in order to write a book at the end of his experience called Year of a Thousand Roommates which is in homage to all of the folks who come out to shows and make it worth while. If you get a chance, definitely check him out, he is a great musician and a fine human being.

After the gear was re-packed, we headed out for a short night ride over to Fid (The Measure) and Nick's (seasick) house for some backyard camping, New Brunswick style.

Skipping Ahead into Baltimore

I promise to update you on all the events that have taken place so far, but as we have the time today I want to give you the latest now.

We had the show in Newark, DE on Saturday night, which was just incredible. The power went out just before the show was supposed to begin which made an excellent opportunity for the drummers to strut their stuff while waiting for the re-boot. After it seemed like the power was out for the evening, Michael Edward Young got the show started with his acoustic banjo blues stylings, he played some originals and some southern blues covers which kept the crowd entertained and in good spirits until the power, quite incredibly, came on just as he finished his set. Two full bands followed, Barcode Youth and Control who both have loads of talent and are forces to be reckoned with in punkrockandroll, take a look at their myspaces and websites, you will not be dissapointed. The Attica!Attica! set was a rare treat with the addition of a piano to the instrumentation, Eric the promoter secured the hardware and Aaron made excellent use of the opportunity to play some songs that usually don't get played live. I think in terms of excitement, this was the best show yet, all of the performers and the crowd were into the whole evening.

The most important thing to come out of the show however, was in the form of advice. I was told that the Rt. 40 Bridge over the Susquehanna was not open for pedestrian or bicycle crossing. Which was exactly the route we had planned on taking after spending the evening at Elk Neck State Park. Quick changes to the route were made and we switched directions inland to head over the Rt. 1 bridge at Conowingo and toward Aberdeen, MD for the night. The decision to skip the park was hard, but the scenery in rural Maryland made up for it as did the view crossing the river. We even saw the State Trooper who was working on the bridge the next day while riding into Baltimore, I think he was more surprised than we were to see him again, he wished us luck and told us we were really moving, which was nice motivation while slowly pedaling up a hill.

It has been really interesting to note the number of times we have seen people on the road more than once as our paths cross, diverge and somehow come together again for a brief moment. Its those small moments, and the many kind people who wish us luck that make me realize how small the world is and how great it can be when we work together and support one another.

On the way to my friend Colin's house, it started to downpour with about 2 miles to go, we were able to hide out in a roadside pagoda and wait it out with some bagels before continuing. Which turned out perfectly as we pulled up to his house at the same time he returned from work. We spent the evening eating delicious food at the One World Cafe, having some good local beer and generally laughing and having a good time with him and his roommates. Today it is time for internet updates, eating, getting some repairs done on the bikes and a show at the Charm City Artspace. I can't wait.

Thanks for reading.
Blake

NYC Shows

Both of the Brooklyn shows were great! Aaron played with great heart both nights, especially on the first night after he discovered the pickup on his guitar went out on the ride into the city and sang without a PA for around 50 people. This was truly impressive and greatly appreciated by both the crowd and residents at the Stolen Sleeves Collective, many thanks guys!

We fixed the guitar for the second show and the PA worked great, Chris Antal got in on the Attica!Attica! set with Aaron and added in his voice and smooth guitar lines to complete the excellent musical evening.

All of the bands at the second show donated their part of the door money to World Bicycle relief and with additional donations, we raised over $300! It is inspiring to have such great bands, Bomb The Music Industry, Summer People, Bridge & Tunnel, The New Dress, Ghost Robot Ninja Bear, Stolen Parts and Rejouissance do such a great thing for the cause. I must also say that all of the bands impressed with musical talent and style, if you get a chance to see any of them you will not be disappointed.

I would like to thank everyone who helped us and made the NYC stay so memorable, Thanks especially to Matt, Claire, Jay, Melissa, Oscar and Al for letting us stash our belongings with them and sharing their homes. We could not have done this without you.

Day 7 - Into NYC

Day 7:

Riding into Queens made the questionable roads of the day before look like country roads in Connecticut. We were routed onto Rockaway parkway at one point, which if you are going at 30mph might seem ok, but at 12mph it feels like being in a small car while a mack truck rolls by doing 80. The best point of this adventure was the sidewalk we gratefully found which turned from a full width bike haven to a 6inch wide concrete path through jungle overgrowth which left a huge smile on my face and plenty of brush debris on the bikes and trailer.

Getting to the east side of the Williamsburg bridge brought contact with the best motivator we have had this trip. On the last turn before the bridge, we were stopped at a light when he asked us if we were going camping, to which we replied affirmatively and told him of our trip. This brought a huge smile to his face and caused him to talk about his love for the "free spirits who are still out there". It was great to meet someone so enthusiastic for our journey, especially when as we departed he told us "you boys have fun, I've been stuck in traffic my whole life".

Day 6

Day 6:
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A light rain on the ride from Blydenburg County Park to Nickerson Beach, the sun peaked through the clouds just long enough to say hello and remind us of the previous days weather. We rode on some questionable highway-esque roads until we pulled into the town of Seaford which has in our collective opinion, some of the best bagels that we have tasted, the pumpernickel being the overall top prize. We took a dozen or so to keep the memories going as long as possible. The ride into the beach was uneventful and the Nickerson Beach Campground staff were very helpful, one of them had seen us earlier in the day on the questionable Highway road and we chatted about camping and riding and the previous weeks events.

The campsite, mainly set up for RV's, is right on the beach and offers easy access to the wide sands leading to the Atlantic. The other pleasant surprise, was the recently emptied beach cabanas which would have made an interesting place to crash if we had seen them sooner but still gave us a good time of exploring and photo taking, they even came with new rides!

It was great to sit by the ocean with Aaron and Jon, swap some more stories, talk about the trip ahead and listen to the waves roll in.

Day 5, Into Long Island

Cookies for breakfast and a surprisingly smooth climb, last nights downhill memories must have been aided by tired legs and fearful minds. We watched the scenery change from hills and fields to concrete and steel as we rolled into Bridgeport, CT on some streets that are definitely being affected by the downturn in the US economy. Shuttered buildings and empty storefronts brought a reminder of the realities facing many that can be easy to forget while out in the woods.

Waiting for the ferry a nourishing meal of Bagels, mustard, chips and cola was consumed to tide over my belly until dinner could be made on the other side in camp. The trip across the long island sound was sunny and gorgeous, we looked at the beaches, recharged our GPS guidance system and shared a few laughs and stories of the road so far.

One of the moments that has occurred to all of us is the re-occurring notion that we are not going the right way. More than once a conversation has gone in this manner. Stranger: “you boys going somewhere”, Rider: “we are riding our bikes to Florida”, Stranger:”That's great, but you are going the wrong way, what you need to do is (insert street we have never heard of and garbled words trailing off as they pull away)”. Never mind that we have a GPS, which has been absolutely great for planning new routes and keeping me from constantly wondering if I have missed a turn. Also forget that all you really need to do is head south and eventually you will get to Florida, with few peninsula exceptions. Forget all of that, what I want to know is why someones first reaction is to insist that you are doing something wrong, it just doesn't make sense to me, maybe next time just ask if we know where we are going.


I don't think that there is a whole lot of love going on for cycling in the northern central Long Island area. There is more wooded areas than I expected and I was definitely surprised when I found campsites, but that has more to do with my lack of knowledge about the area, which I am happy to improve upon. All of that is great and in its own way, the reactions we have gotten are as well. My personal favorite is the sideways, horizontal, palm down hand wave which seemed to indicate the question “why are you on my road?” “this is for driving, doing nails and checking my hair in the mirror”. The other favorite was the honk that interrupted a very energetic Billy Joel-Uptown Girl sing along right at the chorus where Aaron and Jon's vocals were definitely putting the rock in our ride. We are taking it all in stride and enjoying the laughs among ourselves.

We made it to New York! Whoo! Biking through Long Island and Brooklyn was NOT FUN. Actually, it was a lot of fun. But it was NOT SAFE. Still, we are alive, and we are, more or less, healthy. Except for my many complaints about various joints, tendons, and muscles, I think we are doing okay. Jon doesn't like hills. Blake doesn't like flat tires. I don't like pain. These are all rather trivial when surrounded by the good people of NYC.

As you may have noticed, we haven't been posting a whole lot. Internet is sparse out there in the woods. I guess that's the point of camping and riding through the countryside. But it makes it hard to tell much about the tour, since Blake is mostly posting via text message. But there are other ways to keep up with us! I have two tour diaires, on Punknews.org and on the Willamette Weekly's Local Cut. I'll be posting new diaries every week or so. Also, there's a sweet audio postcard covering the tour that appeared on central NY NPR affiliate WRVO. It was produced by Jasmyn Belcher and you can listen to it here.

Now I'm going to say goodnight to the computer and go to the Slingshot Dakota show. Brooklyn!
- Aaron

Day 4

Day 4, First day of our re-route. Starting out from the town of Torrington, in central Connecticut, we headed south through the urban country towards Kettletown State Park. Stopping at Riders Edge bicycle shop along the beginning of our route, I was informed of the “vicious” nature of the hills in front of us for the day. True to the owners word, I don't think that I have ridden on many steeper hills, certainly not with a loaded bike and trailer, not exactly the most enjoyable wake up, but certainly effective. After the mornings jagged profile, we settled into a much smoother ride on some of the most pleasant roads I have had the pleasure of spinning my wheels on. If you happen to be in the area, take a side journey off 220 and take the side road of lake st to white wooded rd, a well maintained road of low rolling hills through the lake strewn countryside has definitely been the highlight of our journey thus far. As we neared Kettletown, the hills of Connecticut open up to lush green valleys and fields of flowers with small houses dotting the landscape. I never imagined that parts of CN were so picturesque, as I have only previously been to the city's which bear no resemblance.

Just in case we were feeling a bit too strong, the road pitched up for our final ride into the Park, with a rewarding downhill to the registration booth and the sparkling Lake Zoar. Our campsite overlooked one of the wider sections of the lake which provided the backdrop for our clothes drying and planning for the following days ride.

Around dusk we were treated to our first camp site visitor of the trip. My dad had been hiking in the area and stopped by to share dinner and camping for the evening. It is hard to explain exactly how good a home cooked meal is when you have been riding your bike and camping for a few days, but the fact that the dinner table carried little conversation other than light mm's would seem to explain it best. Putting home made cookies into the mix and you have a meal fit for any table and a kingly feast for the campsite. Thanks Mom!

Off Track But En Route

Day 3

Headed out of the campsite towards the city of Windsor Locks Ct, along some flatter country roads, which were a welcomed reprieve from our previous days and the mornings leg testing hills. The CVS/Subway combination was used to the best of its services for nourishment and tube replacement. A second flat of my rear tire has initiated me to cover the tube in Talc, in the hopes of reducing friction. A flat later in the day while crossing the INSERT reservoir was pumped up before heading down hill, which was about the worst decision I have made thus far on the trip. If you can imagine how your bike rides with a flat unloaded, think about throwing 40 pounds or so extra on the rear wheel and adding a trailer that likes nothing more than to pull your limping steed from side to side, making your rear tire feel more like walking on an under-inflated yoga ball than carving a turn on iron rails.

After the second flat change of the day and the longest hill of the trip thus far, the realization that we would not make our days goal, began to set in. We lightly discussed the options and generally hoped for the best, but the lost time and quality of the hills were too much to ensure that we would arrive before dark. The decision was made at about 5:30pm in Winsted, Ct to forgo the final 7miles of the day and look for a hotel to rest and re-plan the ride.

We decided to skip the western jaunt of our CT/NY/NJ route to head south towards Bridgeport and the Port Jefferson Long Island ferry. This will allow us to arrive in Brooklyn a few days before the show and allow us to reduce our daily ride miles from 50+ to just under 40miles. A route was mapped, sandwiches and pizza were consumed and sound sleep was had as best as possible.

Day 2 began in much the same way day 1 ended, under rain and gray skies. We had a breakfast of re-hydrated hash-browns which taste a lot better than you think, although the lack of flavor did lead to a much used purchase of hot sauce and salt/pepper later in the day. This ride can be best summed up by more hills than I ever thought Connecticut had, the addition of peanut butter to our gear (which on a bagel is about the most durable packed sandwich you can have) along with more plastic bags to take care of any pannier leaks we discovered on day 1. It is hard to describe riding up steep inclines with a loaded bike and trailer, but I feel I understand what it must be like for tractor trailer engines as they drive over mountain passes a bit better.

The additional campsite feature for the day was our first campfire of the trip which was well used for gear drying and general pagan firebug enjoyment.

Ride Day 1

I woke up in the morning at Dave and Lisa's to find my rear tire at less than optimal pressure as I headed to the post office to send a package back to my house and forward some World Bicycle Relief materials for the shows in New York to my grandparents house in NJ. Feeling hopeful I pumped the tube back up and set out for mailing and some breakfast. As I returned to my bike from a delicious bagel and coffee at City Feed, I found the tire to be in a declining state and pumped it up for the ride back. At least the tube had the good nature to go out while I still had access to a floor pump, which made the change quick and relatively painless, the same can not be said for our packing and departure. As with any first day, getting organized after a late nite provides a unique challenge. Panniers are secured, checked and re adjusted, loads are shifted, in our case, the trailer is agonized over so as not to strew guitars all over the road and the decision on proper attire changes by the minute

Loaded up and ready to head out, mother nature decided to remind us of her disposition by shedding a few rain drops on our party. Still fairly warm we headed out from Jamaica Plain towards Sutton. Rain gear changes were made an easier decision during a quick stop to re-secure the guitars and make minor saddle adjustments before heading up our first hill of the journey. Following mostly smaller roads we did have a few run-ins with the infamous New England traffic circle, which if you think they are difficult to navigate in an automobile with 200 horse power, I recommend you try it with an 80 pound bicycle plus a trailer with motorists doing 50mph around you and not being too pleased that you are in their way while out for a late lunch and afternoon late'. As the roads contined, the rain did likewise at an increasing rate throughout the afternoon, and into the evening as we all found our loaded legs and settled into a maintainable pace. One stop for coffee and a sandwich along the way was our last bit of sunshine which was much appreciated.

On a side note: it was very cool to follow much of the Boston Marathon Route albeit backwards out of the city. I was reminded of all the times I have ridden it the other way to cheer on my friend Shaun, definitely brought a smile to my face and made the darkening skies less foreboding.

We rolled into camp about dusk with the rain becoming steadier and our hands and minds becoming less useful. The highest campsite was picked in the hopes of staying dry, which doesn't work out too well if your tent works more like a sieve than an umbrella. Fortunately we have 2 tents along for the ride, so the wading pool became an elevated gear storage while the three of us settled into the other tent for a cozy night of listening to the rain and hoping for sunnier skies in the morning.

Ride notes. I sending the notes from my phone, I will update fully asap

Trains Trains Trains

Left Chicago with Jon for the tour start in Boston. There are certain things about the trip that stuck out for me, one is that the larger the train station, the friendlier the staff. When I left Minneapolis/St Paul I felt rushed and like everything was a big deal. Chicago and Boston, they couldn't have been more pleasant and helpful, so thanks Chitown and Beantown Amtrak employees, you made the trip, that much easier.

One other thing that was interesting is that I happened to wake up as we passed through Jon and My hometown of Rochester, NY. Perhaps it was some of that hometown connection making me feel bad for missing out on the NY fall weather, my family and friends, or just a strange coincidence? Either way, the train does provide a different view of the country. From small towns, to industrial parks, to the middle of nowhere it can be a beautiful ride if you don't mind the wait.

Visit To WBR

Stopped into the World Bicycle Relief Offices today in Chicago, which was great, didn't take any pictures, which was dumb, but I did get to meet some of the wonderful staff of WBR and get some information, stickers, a banner and a wonderful tour of the office which they share with SRAM. They have bicycles that people can borrow on lunch break, a test track for indoor riding, a beer vending machine and a fantastic view of downtown Chicago. Hopping back on the Amtrak tonight for the slow ride to Boston, hope to see you all on the 10th at the house show tour kickoff.
Blake

Day 1, leaving Minneapolis

Day one of the tour for me started at about 5:30am this morning, the sun was not yet up, and the air had a little humidity induced warmth to it. I packed up my bike last night with all my supplies for tour, plus some extra gear and panniers for Aaron and a backpack for the train ride to Chicago, not what I would call lite, but manageable.

Got on the bike at about 6:15 to head over to the Amtrak station in St. Paul, the first ten mile ride of the trip! Even in the early dawn hours, there were a few people out riding and jogging on the Greenway and River paths that took me most of the way there.

If you plan on taking your bike on the train, show up as early as possible, I thought I could just roll it on to the car, but with the trailer setup it was a no go. Packed quickly into a few boxes, my bike and my trailer are currently located on another car of the Empire Builder now pulling slowly into Milwaukee.

That's how it starts, with a day in Chicago to get Jon's bike set up and visit the World Bicycle Relief offices, tomorrow Jon and I take the long ride out to Boston to meet up with Aaron and get the show on the road. Come and see us Thursday the 10th at Josiah's house for the first Attica! Attica! Show of the bike tour.

Blake

The Schedule

This is our daily schedule for the next few months, subject to minor changes. Please come and hang out if you can! For campsite or specific location info, just send an email. (Please note that these are not all showdates, just the places we will be each night. All show info is listed on the right side of this page.)

Wed 09/Sep 09 Boston, MA
Thu 10/Sep 09 Boston, MA
Fri 11/Sep 09 West Sutton, MA
Sat 12/Sep 09 Tollbrook, CT
Sun 13/Sep 09 Cannan, CT
Mon 14/Sep 09 Staatsburg, NY
Tue 15/Sep 09 Otisville, NJ
Wed 16/Sep 09 Wallpac Center, NJ
Thu 17/Sep 09 Pottersville, NJ
Fri 18/Sep 09 Brooklyn, NY
Sat 19/Sep 09 Brooklyn, NY
Sun 20/Sep 09 Brooklyn, NY
Mon 21/Sep 09 Brooklyn, NY
Tue 22/Sep 09 New Brunswick, NJ
Wed 23/Sep 09 Trenton, NJ
Thu 24/Sep 09 Philadelphia, PA
Fri 25/Sep 09 Philadelphia, PA
Sat 26/Sep 09 Newark, DE
Sun 27/Sep 09 Elk Neck State Park, MD
Mon 28/Sep 09 Baltimore, MD
Tue 29/Sep 09 Baltimore, MD
Wed 30/Sep 09 Washington, DC
Thu 01/Oct 09 Washington, DC
Fri 02/Oct 09 Leesylvania State Park, VA
Sat 03/Oct 09 Fredericksburg VA
Sun 04/Oct 09 Richmond, VA
Mon 05/Oct 09 Richmond, VA
Tue 06/Oct 09 Surry, VA
Wed 07/Oct 09 Norfolk, VA
Thu 08/Oct 09 Currituck, NC
Fri 09/Oct 09 Kitty Hawk, NC
Sat 10/Oct 09 Waves, NC
Sun 11/Oct 09 Hatteras, NC
Mon 12/Oct 09 Sea Level, NC
Tue 13/Oct 09 Newport, NC
Wed 14/Oct 09 Jacksonville, NC
Thu 15/Oct 09 Wilmington, NC
Fri 16/Oct 09 Wilmington, NC
Sat 17/Oct 09 Oak Island, NC
Sun 18/Oct 09 Ocean Isle Beach, SC
Mon 19/Oct 09 Murrels Inlet, SC
Tue 20/Oct 09 Moncks Corner, SC
Wed 21/Oct 09 Walterboro, SC
Thu 22/Oct 09 Garnett, SC
Fri 23/Oct 09 Statesboro, GA
Sat 24/Oct 09 Reidsville, GA
Sun 25/Oct 09 Screvn, GA
Mon 26/Oct 09 Atkinson, GA
Tue 27/Oct 09 Folkston, GA
Wed 28/Oct 09 Gainesville, FL
Thu 29/Oct 09 Gainesville, FL
Fri 30/Oct 09 Gainesville, FL
Sat 31/Oct 09 Gainesville, FL
Sun 01/Nov 09 Gainesville, FL
Mon 02/Nov 09 Gainesville, FL
Tue 03/Nov 09 Gainesville, FL

Donation Page

Just up is our donation page on World Bicycle Relief, please click the donation link on the top of Our Other Sites to help our cause. Our goal will help provide 50 bicycles to those who can benefit most. Ditch The Van Team Donation Page

Tour Prep

Tour time is fast approaching, I am leaving Minneapolis on September 7th and still have lots of work to do. Just so you don't think its all freewheeling hair in the sunshine on the open road, here's what prep looks like today. Got some map making software so we don't get too lost, spreadsheet to add all of the important information to one location, old schedule for reference as I plan our new route, plenty of web browsers to check club locations, campgrounds and road situations and some new RX Bandits to keep me going.

Its not all PC prep though, check back and get a look at our new road home soon.

Thanks For Reading,
Blake

The Beginning

Starting in September, a group of friends will be riding bicycles down the east coast of the United States, playing shows and raising some money for World Bicycle Relief. Current participants include Aaron Scott of Attica! Attica!, Blake Jenssen and Jon Olek. There will be a posting of all tour dates and nightly stops soon and you are invited to bring your good attitude and ride along.

We hope to see you on the road.