One word describes my Orlando visits 100-percent of the time: Whirlwind. It’s almost always Growing Bolder that draws me back to Otown like a boomerang every few months. I fly in, help the coolest gang in media with a few episodes of the show, visit, visit, visit, eat, eat, drink, drink, drink, talk, talk, talk,…
Travel
End of the Road to Discovery (and on to the Next Thing)
3600 miles. That’s how far we rode before being pulled over by law enforcement. It’s an amazing feat, really. We’ve ridden in the pitch dark in front of the van’s headlights, motor paced up to 40 miles an hour behind the van, and generally have made our presence known on the roads for more than…
Carolina(s) on my Mind
OK, let’s get this out of the way before I move on with the travelogue of everything I liked about our four days in the Carolinas. Drivers in South Carolina are enraged and in a hurry. We usually ride in front of the van in the right lane or at least on the far right…
Still Rollin’ Down the Road (to Discovery)
Let’s talk about the weather along the Road to Discovery. Frankly, I had questioned the wisdom of riding through the Deep South in July, which is hurricane season, mosquito season, and generally swamplike from my experience. But we have been (mostly) pleasantly surprised, with the exception of several…
Leaving Louisiana, Mississippi in the Middle, Alabama at Last
Since the last time I wrote, I’ve lost another of my nine lives, rediscovered my love of Cajun food, and ridden a couple of hundred miles. I’m probably burying my lead, but I’m going to post chronologically. We have not starved on the Road to Discovery. In fact, I’ve had some of the best food…
Laissez les bontemps (et les roues) rouler!
I thought riding west to east meant a tailwind most of the time. That’s been my experience both times I’ve crossed the U.S. on a bike before, but it has not been the case the last few days. We have had a pretty stiff and steady headwind from Houston all the way to where…