61 miles
Portland Maine to Kittery Maine
Breakfast: massive farm fresh fritta with fresh baked bread from local cafe
Start: That Altantic Ocean in Portland Maine with the Mayor and Channel 13 news.
Here we are making the news! http://www.wgme.com/news/top-stories/stories/wgme_vid_12307.html
After pouring over a ton of cememt on our build site yesterday in Freeport Maine, it's all becoming more clear what we are doing this all for. We put the final touches on a home for single Somalian mom of 5 kids.
And we were off, coasting down the coast on Maine 33 riders on two wheel, freshly fueled, loaded with water and eager to pedal, to finally start this amazing summer we have been waiting for for nearly 6 months. We flew down the route splitting off into cycling groups based on speed. 30 Miles in lunch time.
Here I will introduce rider Taylor Burdge, fresh out of high school and tampa florida, a nearly pro rower headed to Stanford in the fall on a scholarship. With nearly 12,000 raised, she doesn't let a sole pass her on the road and today she was my ride buddy. We wandered the streets of some small town of Maine, and found ourselves nessled in a cafe searching for something tasty. You see we kind of stand out, wearing all polyester spandex, sweaty, loud, a posse of 33, young, and hungry. We started to explain what we do, bike across the country to raise money for affordable housing. The old man, bill, a regular here turns around and says, "I'll buy them lunch!"
Oh it was quite refreshing change to our everyday peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I haven't eaten a fresh veggie in 2 days. Ahh, real food. It was so refreshing. We talked up the old man for a while, who exclaimed he just came from the gym and that was why he indulged in a salad.
Back on the bike. Beauitful blue ocean on the left, blossoming green brush filling the right corners of my eyes.
Our host: Second Congressional Church of Kittery. Amazing. The kitchen table was stocked with every type of food I could imagine. We eat a lot of food as you could imagine. We have the whole church to stake our sleep spot. Wandering around an empty church seeking the most tucked away corner in the place, I knew it was needed with 60 miles down, a 6am rise tomorrow, 40 miles to go, snoring kidos, and 33 nagging riders asking about laundry day, showers, how to fix their bicycle, where lunch stop is, blah blah blah. They keep me entainted despite their obnoxious moments, eating raw live worms and all. So, my secret sleep spot, nessled beneth the pew of the chapel, under a holy cross. Sweet dreams!
P.s sorry for the typos. Blogging from an iPhone
Portland Maine to Kittery Maine
Breakfast: massive farm fresh fritta with fresh baked bread from local cafe
Start: That Altantic Ocean in Portland Maine with the Mayor and Channel 13 news.
Here we are making the news! http://www.wgme.com/news/top-stories/stories/wgme_vid_12307.html
After pouring over a ton of cememt on our build site yesterday in Freeport Maine, it's all becoming more clear what we are doing this all for. We put the final touches on a home for single Somalian mom of 5 kids.
And we were off, coasting down the coast on Maine 33 riders on two wheel, freshly fueled, loaded with water and eager to pedal, to finally start this amazing summer we have been waiting for for nearly 6 months. We flew down the route splitting off into cycling groups based on speed. 30 Miles in lunch time.
Here I will introduce rider Taylor Burdge, fresh out of high school and tampa florida, a nearly pro rower headed to Stanford in the fall on a scholarship. With nearly 12,000 raised, she doesn't let a sole pass her on the road and today she was my ride buddy. We wandered the streets of some small town of Maine, and found ourselves nessled in a cafe searching for something tasty. You see we kind of stand out, wearing all polyester spandex, sweaty, loud, a posse of 33, young, and hungry. We started to explain what we do, bike across the country to raise money for affordable housing. The old man, bill, a regular here turns around and says, "I'll buy them lunch!"
Oh it was quite refreshing change to our everyday peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I haven't eaten a fresh veggie in 2 days. Ahh, real food. It was so refreshing. We talked up the old man for a while, who exclaimed he just came from the gym and that was why he indulged in a salad.
Back on the bike. Beauitful blue ocean on the left, blossoming green brush filling the right corners of my eyes.
Our host: Second Congressional Church of Kittery. Amazing. The kitchen table was stocked with every type of food I could imagine. We eat a lot of food as you could imagine. We have the whole church to stake our sleep spot. Wandering around an empty church seeking the most tucked away corner in the place, I knew it was needed with 60 miles down, a 6am rise tomorrow, 40 miles to go, snoring kidos, and 33 nagging riders asking about laundry day, showers, how to fix their bicycle, where lunch stop is, blah blah blah. They keep me entainted despite their obnoxious moments, eating raw live worms and all. So, my secret sleep spot, nessled beneth the pew of the chapel, under a holy cross. Sweet dreams!
P.s sorry for the typos. Blogging from an iPhone
