TOTAL MONEY RAISED

$8,185

KVOA News story

http://www.kvoa.com/news/2-wheelin-in-tucson-riding-for-a-wish/#!prettyPhoto/0/

Thank you for putting up with me.

Clint, Kingston, and Megheen - Wichita, KS (eastside)
 

Gene and Susie - Lamar, CO

Sarah (Elise, Dana, and Fig not pictured) - Colorado Springs, CO

Miles - Gunnison, CO - Western State College

Jack (Charlotte, not pictured) - Montrose, CO

Lewis and Susan - Dolores, CO

Logan, Michele, Morgan, Griffin (Steven, not pictured) - Flagstaff, AZ
 

Tate, Brady, Mike, Heather - Prescott, AZ

You all made my trip amazing. I cannot tell you how much of a difference you have made.

Dinner Banquet

November 19th, Make-A-Wish Charity Dinner banquet tickets are now available! If you are in Tucson and are interested in a ticket please let me know ASAP, there are a limited number of seats. $15 Adults, $10 Children/Students.

The Hustle and Bustle. Pensive Like Palahniuk.

If you’ve grown up in the same big city, talking with the same people, eating at the same restaurants, sleeping in the same bed each night, and dragging yourself to the same job, what is your secular outlook on the world? Why do you answer to an alarm clock’s demands as it coaches you out of your cushioned, controlled, and protected environment? What is the point of driving on the cramped roads, in a hazardous world, just to find yourself in a familiar, mundane situation? Why take risks when we have the technology to communicate near the speed of light through a galaxy of networked optical cables? Take your medicine, get on Facebook, check  your email, text a friend, start your car, wear a seat belt, wash your clothes, use manners, act polite, gossip, flush a toilet, change the oil in your car, buy a cell phone, blah, blah, blah. You can be spoon fed, don’t worry. You don’t even have to think for yourself, just let your computer do it for you. Why explore, learn history, or do math? It’s much faster and easier to just type it into the algorithm and let a computer solve your problem.

Don’t think freely or critically, it’s too hard and requires too much of a time commitment. It’s about getting from point A to point B as quickly and efficiently as possible, careful looking out the window, you might see the world. Maybe you’ll see someone broken down on the side of the road or a cyclist pedaling along the shoulder. Don’t wave though; they probably just want to remain unnoticed. Don’t offer your help and waste time; you’re already late to your job. The mundane one that forced you to brave the elements. Why do you sit in this cubical all day, shuffling papers? Oh yeah, you need the money to buy things. You need to buy the oil in your car so you can drive to work. You need to buy medicine so you can lose weight because you have been trying to save money by eating unhealthy. Unhealthy food is cheaper. The medicine makes you feel weird but at least you look good. That will save the time you would have spent exercising so you can have more for making money.  You drive to work because it’s too much effort to get there any other way and it’s much faster. You might sweat or get dirty. Got to get from point A to point B, don’t make eye contact, they might start talking and hold you up. The stress is building, especially when you consider how much money you don’t have. Maybe you could take a pill to make the stress go away. Who cares if it causes your appetite increase, won’t the other pill counteract that?

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

Get out, lose everything, and tour on your bike. Here is the recipe.

Touring Ingredients:

3 cups optimism

2 cups confidence

1/2 cup exercise

1 cup courage

2 cups communication

1 teaspoon bike

1 cause 

Preparation instructions.

1.       Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

2.       Add bike, cause, courage, exercise, and confidence into a large mixing bowl.

3.       Whip into a viscous, yet fluid mixture which will slowly but surely solidify into something larger than itself. Although difficult, you can try force the mixture into a mold (*this may constrain the solution and affect the consistency of the final product.)

4.       Place in oven to finalize the solidification. At this point, cover the current mixture in a thick coating of optimism. 

5. Add coating of communication to the optimism topping and expect interesting results. Listen and learn from the resulting sounds.

6. Don't be alarmed at the formation of blood, sweat, and tears as the solution continues to mature. 

7. Relax, enjoy, and live in the moment. As the product finalizes, the tangible slices of heavenly, serene scenes may melt into the crevasses of your memories but don't be sad, you can gather ingredients at a later date for another tour. 

WARNING: Upon completion of recipe for the first time, expect your life to become simplified. Don't be surprised when you throw away large quantities of items from around your house that you now discover to be useless and obtrusive.

TO THE FINISH LINE!

I am alive. I promise. I know, I've been slacking.

Oh BTW, and I have some updates for you.

With the weather in Colorado quickly degenerating, I was forced to push myself harder than I had before. Not only this, but I made an important decision…. the scheduled southern route through Utah was going to be too treacherous and cold at this time of the year.

Dolores, CO

*In Gunnison, Coach VanHee allowed me to stay in the wrestling room at Western State College. 

Blue Mesa Lake, CO

*I camped at Blue Mesa Lake the next night. Afterwards, I set out for Montrose, followed by Telluride, and Delores. I don’t think I could capture the beauty of Lizard Head Pass with words so I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

Serene, CO

*I crossed into Arizona on October 23^rd, near 4 corners. I don’t like to be a hater but I had forgotten how ugly this part of Arizona is. 

Near 4 Corners

*Now for the greatest challenge of all: the Ute and Navaho reservations. Note to whom it may concern: avoid this desolate area if at all possible. If absolutely necessary, bring significantly larger quantities of supplies for crossing this barren landscape which has a significantly low overall population of humans and high overall population of stray dogs. 

Navaho Trading Post

There are some spectacular views of mesas, mountains, and brightly colored “painted” sands so all hope was not lost :)

Near Red Mesa, AZ

*After several flat tires on the reservation, I had a yelling freak-out panic attack in the middle of nowhere. Looking back on it, I wish I had camera footage of it because it would have been juicier than of some of the YouTube bests. I sat on the side of the road in the sand contemplating my options after having turned my inner tube into patchwork quilt of vulcanizing epoxy and rubber patches. In my lowest moment I realized that one of my spokes had ripped from the rim and left a massive, jagged hole in its place. My rim was warped, rubbing, and hardly capable of continuing on.

Spoke FAIL

*Sara Bartels came to the rescue, on her way home from a trip to Vegas. She brought me a wheel, tire, tools and even pizza! I am so fortunate for the kindness of others (without it, I may have become a permanent resident of the reservation...crisis averted). After riding to Kayenta, I checked into a bed and breakfast where I could fix my bike. It was up and running and I was off towards Tuba City the next morning.

*I was forced to make a tough decision. Upon reaching Tonalea around sunset, I asked the woman if it would be okay to camp behind the trading post. She responded that it is too dangerous and that the area had recently been victim to crime due to the high traffic of intoxicated individuals. I said “Well shoot, I’ve been to college and I’ve seen the area surrounding ASU on a Thursday night, now those are drunk people to be worried about…how dangerous could it be?” I moved on, riding into Tuba City at night.

*Tuba City to Flagstaff was another challenging day. As I rode up the hill about 30 miles north of town, the temperatures dropped as I entered a sleet storm. I would say the climax was when I had my second wind near the top of the hill. Rock music blasting, I pushed myself past what I thought I was capable, the sleet stung as it battered my cheeks and, at that moment, I knew nothing could have stopped me.

Rez Rainbow

 *I took the scenic route from Flagstaff, to Sedona, Cottonwood, Jerome, and through to Prescott. The next day I pushed for home. Upon speeding down Yarnell hill, I met my dad near Congress, Arizona.  I unloaded my bag’s into my dad’s truck and was free from the pressures of carrying all of my gear. Now this was truly the home stretch. Past Lake Pleasant and onto Happy Valley Road I sped. One of my best high school buddies, Jamesy McD, met up with me for the last 10 mile stretch to my parents home. 

near Yarnell, AZ

*Cedric Bosch and I decided to take the Phoenix to Tucson leg in a single serving. We timed it just perfect after having food at DQ at Picacho Peak and In-and-Out Burger in Oro Valley, arriving just after 6pm. I was met by 10 awesome friends who had balloons and a finish line set up on the mall right next to Old Main.

Tucson, AZ

 

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13°F Man-sicle

I sat in the driver seat not actually knowing where I was or how I got there.  My friend Jimmy and I were driving down an endless road when I turned to continue our conversation. But things weren’t quite right. I felt an eerie sense of recognition as the surroundings melted and yet we continued. Jimbo looked back and I followed suit. In the rear, I was in disbelief at the scene unfolding. The clenching muscles of a large brown thoroughbred contracted violently and rhythmically. It raced directly at us, behind the vehicle. My foot floored the icy gas pedal. I looked back once again just to realize a detail even more strange than the current predicament. The straining, toothy-grinned horse chasing after our car was wearing my green cycling jersey and on the verge of ripping it with each progressive gallop.

Instantly, the frosty tentacles of reality peeled open my eyes to a dark, familiar tent. What a weird dream. Why? Was it the cold weather? Or the pure-sugar Gu Energy Chomp chewables that I pounded before bed? Or maybe the fact that I told Tess I have been eating like a horse? No clue. I thought you needed to know.

                I was wrapped up in my Northface Cat’s Meow rated at 20 degrees and was uncomfortably frigid. Let me put it this way. I was as cold as the Rockies, and had I been a bottle of Coor’s Light, I would have endorsed a deep-blue, cold activated silhouette of the mountains, ready for your satisfaction. My breath was visible and my feet were stinging, nearly at the point of losing sensation. Urinating on them was not an option at this point. Let me side-track for a moment, considering the fact that you have continued to read my story this far. I don’t know what it is about my pain and suffering that makes for your enjoyment, all I know is that I have had the most positive comments about my instances of misery. Maybe you’re sadistic, I’ll continue with my story.

                Time came to a standstill at 4:05am, as I contemplated my options in approaching the current circumstances as if I had somehow slipped into Inception’s lowest dream stage. My choices were limited considering I did not have a car with a heater to save me. I could…

A. Add on more clothing.

B. Boil water and fill water bottles – place bottles in sleeping bag.

C. Do push-ups.

D. Remain in sleeping bag and start crying.*

(*For those of you who would like the actual answer, you will never know – for clarification, the accounts herein may or may not be accurate depictions of reality. I have to preserve what reputation I have left after earlier postings. Therefore A, B, C were conducted and D is incorrect)

                Something had to be done. I forced myself out of the mummy bag which, although cold, was magnitudes warmer than the rest of my tents interior. I layered myself with clothing which seemed to be lined with a liquid nitrogen interior that branded my skins warm surface. I activated my headlamp and unzipped my tent, exiting into the dark, desolate arcticland the locals called Sergeant, CO. Stumbling, I made my way to the iced-over picnic table which housed my Whisperlite International backpacking stove. Violent shivering took hold as I scoured my pouch for my Boston Red-Sox lighter I had picked up in New York along my route. Here it is, please please please light. After rotating the fuel-injection system clockwise I smelled fuel and Flick[ed] [my] Bic. Flick. Flick, Flick. Flick, Flick, Flick. Please light. You don’t understand how important this is to me little guy, please just this once. Flick, Flick, Flick. Nothing. I’ll do anything for you, ANYTHING. Flick, Flick.

                Flick. I was Tom Hanks in Castaway. FIRE! I was the prehistoric man celebrating the creation of something magical.

I boiled water, placed it in my water bottles, and slipped them inside of my bag. Just before weaseling my way into the comforts of my Cat’s Meow, I did push-ups. Helpful tip #26: Contracting muscles creates heat, so push-ups will help to raise your bodies temperature. I meowed upon entering my thermally sufficient, water heated man-cave of a sleeping bag.

Daybreak. You know the end of a scary movie where the sole survivor recognizes the long-awaited appearance of the sun, backed by light-hearted music signalling the end of something horrible? That was me. I woke up at around 8am and the sun was up. I immediately darted to the comfort of the nearby convience store where the locals told me that the temperature had dipped to 13°F just before dawn.

Enough Said.

Oh. More good news. I received this as I climbed.

http://www.wildcat.arizona.edu/index.php/article/2011/10/alum_bikes_wishes_across_the_country

I ride in the shadows of the Rockies

“Mind strong, body strong, try to find equilibrium, head straight, screwed on…”

I have spent the last few days in Colorado Springs knowing that I have miles of climbing just hours to the west. I am now on the west coast, on mountain time, where I can taste the finish line. It’s funny how crossing an arbitrary boundary can elicit such disbelief from those of you who track the ride; or how it brings my simmering feelings of hope and happiness to a boil. The Springs were a reprieve, lending both mental and physical recuperation from a stretch of high miles faced on the flatlands.

I was able to really experience the town thanks to Sarah, a friend I made in Wichita while staying with Megheen and Clint. We bouldered in The Garden of the Gods and then stopped in Manatou for Mexican Food. 

After lunch we hit the arcade, which sported games from all eras, including pinball, penny games, and my favorite, PacMan. I even got the high score on Ms. PacMan -- Mom, you aint got nuthin’ on me. 

Sarah's roommates were awesome. It was nice to chill, listen to music, and learn to play Settlers of Cattan. I'd have to say though, Figaro was the coolest cat of all. I'll miss you bro, until next time.

Leaving Colorado Springs was like leaving a cozy, warm bed on early on an icy morning. After running a few errands, Sarah and I made it to Nick's bike shop in Pueblo where Nick, the bike god himself, cleaned and maintained my grimy bike. Another awesome surprise... I received a care package from Bruce, at Fair Wheel Bicycles in Tucson, Arizona which was the most epic assortment of cycling supplies ever.

Thank you all. I'd love to stay and write some more, but as the favorite quote of my old friend goes....

“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep”

Crazy Weather and Kind People

Kansas has been in an epic drought. On Wednesday, upon leaving Wichita, there were winds from the south, southeast between 40 and 50 mph. They were at my back for 40 miles which caused my average pace to be about 25mph. Once I reached Nickerson, I headed due west, which meant I had a nasty crosswind that made for a squirrely ride. At points, my bike and I were tilted into the wind so steeply that, had the gusts suddenly stopped, I would have fallen over. The lack of moisture in the soil allowed the wind to stir up a large amount of dust. I decided that it would be best to tie my shirt around my face to act as a barrier to the particulates in the air.

In two days, I made it roughly 170 miles from Wichita and stopped in Ness City, Kansas. I ate an authentic Mexican dinner consisting of a huge green burrito filled with juicy chicken and topped with melted cheese. To put the icing on the cake, I had a Corona with lime, which transported me to the warm summer days spent on the beaches in Rocky Point. I chatted with a nice couple who also cycled in their free time. We spent most of the dinner talking about Kansas and my bike ride. When they left, I shook their hand and they wished me luck. I stayed and made phone calls and took the opportunity to charge my cell phone. At about 6:30pm, I decided it was time to set up camp, so I made my way to the cashier to pay my bill. They turned me away from the register, saying that my bill had been paid. THANK YOU!! …another instance of the thoughtful and kind people along my route.

 

I camped at the city park and called my mom several times to confirm that the tornado warnings in Kansas were not in my particular area. She said that they were not, but that I should expect severe thunderstorms between 4am and 8am. This prediction of the NWS was accurate; I was rudely awakened by an intense electrical storm that sent bolts of lightning so close that immediately after witnessing the flash I felt the thunder. I took the day off since predictions stated that hail was a significant possibility. I am getting close to the Colorado border, and plan to cross tomorrow.

As of now, I just got out of the jacuzzi of the Best Western in Scott City thanks to my grandpa! I showered, did laundry, ate pasta from Pizza Hut, and even watched some TV. Tomorrow I am going to push for Lamar, CO which is 120 miles but the weather looks good and I feel awesome. 

Justin

I think I've entered the dustbowl

Scott, Mitsy, and Mitchell - Ozark, MO 

I met up with Scott and family thanks to Lisa Jackson, my high school computer teacher who has been priceless in helping me to connect with kind people to stay with. If you're reading, I cannot thank you enough!! Missouri was the toughest ride yet, thanks to the Ozarks, which are often compared to a roller coaster ride. I've heard estimates that the adventure cycling route in southern Missouri has roughly 20,000' of elevation change, which wouldn't surprise me. Needless to say, meeting Scott and Mitsy and staying in their beautiful home was an oasis after days of camping and climbing.

Joplin, MO

After staying Ozark, MO, I headed to Joplin, MO which, as most have probably heard, was devastated by an EF5 tornado in May of this year. I rode into town at about 6:30pm and was absolutely starving. I looked to the Yelp app on my phone (which finds local businesses) and found a pizza joint that received great reviews. It turned out to be at a gas station. A bit disappointed but too tired to trek to another restaurant, I ordered a large 15" pizza and ate the whole thing... Best gas station pizza I have had. A bit uncomfortable, I rode to a park on the south side of town. It was eerily quiet and at sunrise it would be obvious why.

Galina, KS - Old Route 66

My phone stopped working after I camped in Joplin so I went old-school, relying on signs and the advice of locals. I crossed in to Kansas just outside of Joplin on the Old Route 66 which is a dilapidated skeleton of the once thriving, business-laden trans-American highway. Galina, KS had interesting western architecture and a certain unidentifiable character that transported me back  in time. The rundown and boarded-up condition of the buildings served as evidence of the routes removal from the highway system and made me nostalgic for this drive-in diner boom which I had never been a part of.

5 miles west of Walnut, KS

At sunset, nearly every day, I start to get a bit anxious. I don't have adequate equipment for night riding so I realize the danger in continuing on at dark. However, I have progressively pushed a bit further with each day. It's like when you were a young kid at the beach and you grew confident in your swimming and wave-avoidance abilities. As you inch your way out further and further into the abyss of the ocean, it's not long before you falter and find yourself fighting desperately against a rip-current as your life flashes before your eyes. I was at this point of desperation when, just over the horizon, I saw a church steeple and a few cars parked in the front lot. I pulled in and said hello. Apparently, I had unknowingly stumbled upon Immanuel Lutheran, a common shelter for trans-American cyclists. They were prepared for my visit and I was smiling from ear to ear when I was served dinner, allowed to shower, and given other luxuries such as wi-fi and a place to sleep. Thank you Jay! I never had the chance to get a picture with you and your wife, but I hope you read this so I can tell you one again how truly thankful I am.

Highway 400 near Fredonia, KS

Fall River Lake, KS

In Kansas, it's easy to realize that things around me are slowly changing. It is slow, but sure, progress. There are no longer hills, large trees, clouds, water, or people. I am no longer connected to society via my iPhone and therefore I no longer have music (I need to buy a FM radio if nothing else). Instead of possums as roadkill, I see armadillos and snakes. People say "howdy" instead of "hello". Sometimes, I feel like I am riding on a stationary bike, but thanks to these subtitles, I am confident that I am not just a gerbil being toyed with; that I have somehow been placed on the plains of a perpetually rotating belt of a gigantic, cemented treadmill. I am not complaining, the great plains fascinate me and there is solace in the breath-taking silence you experience on the prairie.  It reminds me of a quote I once heard which says that, "In solitude we are least alone."

Ernest and Fall River Lake, KS

Ernest is the camp-host and had me as a guest on his campsite. I cannot thank them enough for their help and hospitality, especially considering my last minute arrival at the site.

As for now... I sit in Wichita, KS resting for the day. As for my broken phone, it looks as if I will not have it fixed until I reach Pueblo, CO since Colorado Springs, CO is the location of the nearest Apple Store. So I rest, and live another day to fight the winds of Kansas and make my way to see my friends and family who I dearly miss and love. Thanks for reading, have a wonderful evening, I will.

Justin

Pictures from Western Illinois and Missouri

Owl's Bend, MO

Current River, Owl's Bend, MO

Eminence, MO

Thunderstorms in Illinois

I jinxed myself with the title of my last blog post.  And by the way, some of my posts are crass, as you have likely realized if you read my blog regularly. This is life, with this in mind, here is my most recent story.

I rode into Carbondale, IL at about 6pm on Saturday. The ride getting into town was a bit gloomy with dark, heavy clouds forming above my head like over-filled water balloons, ready to release inches of water in a pin-prick. Somehow I averted the rain (while riding) and had time to set my tent up in a densely forested park, after finishing a spaghetti dinner. The town reminded me of Tucson considering it was a big, yet small college town, crowded with college students who were rowdy with school pride.

The rain started twenty minutes after I set up my tent and was relentless. Then, came the flashing lightning and deep thunder. I slept soundly throughout the night and woke up to the call of nature and beating of rain on my tent. I put on my rain jacket and exited into the cold. As I made my way through the vegetation, into a dense thicket of shrubbery, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I was tense, on high alert for snakes, since I had seen a large number as road kill upon entering Indiana and Illinois. As I assumed the position, I was suddenly shocked. Out of my periphery, something about the size of a squirrel startled and aggressively bolted at me. I screamed a humiliating and feminine high-pitched yelp that echoed off of the trees. It must have startled the small creature, considering it immediately made a ninety degree turn into a pile of timber. My heart rate was through the roof. I booked it to my tent where I would rock to-and-fro for the rest of the day calling my family and friends to tell them how much I love them.

I despise leaving my tent in the cold rain so I decided at about noon that I would call Carbondale home for another night. With a bag of almonds and a bottle of water as my only rations, cabin fever set in quickly. My phone was at 9% total battery life and my laptop was completely powerless... just as I was feeling. LIGHT BULB. I needed food yet didn’t want to move. Papa John’s delivery baby, directly to my tent! I used the last bit of charge on my cell phone to request a large cheese pizza and a Vitamin Water. The young lady at the other end of the phone paused for some time when I told her I was in a tent at Parrish Park and that I would be near the soccer goal to meet the driver. Forty minutes later, the driver called a bit confused, asking “Where exactly are you?” To simplify the situation, I decided the distant community center would be the perfect rendezvous point. I slopped my way through rain and small ponds to eventually reach the delivery boy in the parking lot. 

Needless to say, it was the best pizza I have ever eaten.

Monday, 7:30am. I felt like Andy Dufresne in the Shawshank Redemption as I left the park…Morgan Freeman’s narration  was oddly comforting.

Justin

Pictures

Days Inn, Jasper, IN

Indiana Mauser... Raider of the Lost Campsite

Events of the past couple of days

*On Sunday (my birthday), I met a nice man named Tom on the bike path near Xenia, OH. After a short conversation, he invited me to stay at his place near Cincinnati, OH.

* Jackie (Tom’s wife) prepared Tom and I an epic and delicious homemade pasta dinner. She surprised me with lemon cake with a Funfetti-like frosting. [in tone of Lil Jon] YYYYYEEEH.

*We noticed that my back tire, a Specialized Armadillo model, was worn to the wire beads which I suppose this is due to my heavy rear. On account of this and the inclement weather, I stayed Monday night as well.

 *Rode from Tom’s house to a desserted Church camp in Bryantsburg, IN where I was caught by nightfall and slightly rainy weather. No water, no electricity, no people…  Just me and my tent and slight ill-at-ease due to the zombie-pocolypse feel of my campground. Several buildings had open doors and even furniture within the walls of peeling paint with absolutely no sign of life.

*Ran out of water by morning and made a 10 mile ride to Madison, IN praying for a restaurant. I found Subway. More rain was on the way so I camped for about 3 hours where I charged my phone, ate 4 cookies and 1.5 feet of sub, drank a cup of coffee, and made friends with the employees.

*Manager gave me a $10 gift card. Score!

*Thanks to a caffeine high, I rode 65 miles in the second half of the day. I even drafted off of a horse drawn Amish carriage which on several occasions dropped turd-mines that threatened to end me. I averted a steaming disaster and gave the amish boy a thumbs up when he looked back.

*Found a Co-Op in Paoli, IN that was about to close but the owner let me in. I was starving. I bought a quart of whole milk, 1/2 pound of dried pineapple, 1/4 pound of dried banana, an apple, 4 bananas, a root beer, half a gallon of orange juice, a gluten free sandwich, and 1/2 pound of egg salad. I think that is it.

*Camped at a public park. I’m such a rebel.

*Woke up to meowing cat. I meowed back. Ate breakfast… he didn’t like apples or peanut butter.  

*I had a headache and an upset stomach upon leaving Paoli. I rode through French Lick, whose name itself raised my spirits slightly. I know the difference between kissing and French kissing but I'm curious to know the difference be licking and French licking.

*With poor weather on the horizon and a desperate need for a shower, I checked into a Days Inn in Jasper, IN.

*Showered for the first time in 3 days. Ripe. Ate dinner at a German restaurant called Schnitzelbank. Cleaned my clothes and relaxed.

*Continental breakfast tomorrow from 6-9am complete with waffle press. Count me in.

 Justin