A month ago, I finished a ride across America with sixteen other cyclists. You can read the archived blog I kept while on the ride here. In total, we rode more than 3,000 miles from the pier in Santa Monica, California to the shores of Delaware. Though we only completed the trip weeks ago, it feels as though years have passed since we rode our bikes into the Atlantic. Now that I am back at work, that is, traveling, in meetings, trying to get the book finished, I miss the days when all I had to do was wake up and ride my bike. I miss the challenge of wondering whether I was going to make it in that day, and of course I miss the team. We became a family on the ride. If you want to bond with your friends, do something very hard with them, something that you won’t be able to do alone. I learned a great deal about America in the seven weeks we spent crossing the country. I learned America is good, not as wealthy as you might think, kind hearted and big hearted. I learned that small towns are dying and I wondered [...]
