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You can always make more money but you can't make more time.
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A DISTANT STORM HEADING MY WAY On a small bicycle weighing ninety pounds with less then one horse power you are at the mercy of every whim ...
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STARTING A NEW ADVENTURE ACROSS THE CONTINENT Leaving San Francisco on the ferry north to Vallejo. Everything felt wrong and awkward just ...
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THIS IS THE SECOND THOUGHTS STAGE This is the second day, everything is wrong, nothing feels quite right and I'm wondering if my body wi...
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COMMANDO CAMPING The bike path through Sacramento was a great place to camp, after I got through the center of town there were less sketchy...
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NOT JUST THE LAST BUT THE ONLY STOP Nevada was a state that needed some planning and strategy to survive . This was the only stop between ...
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FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH GENEROUS STRANGERS This is Junior, a dog who became my best friend while camping north of San Francisco. This was a ...
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NEVADA STATE HIGHWAY 50 KNOWN AS THE LONELIEST HIGHWAY This was it for 400 plus miles through Nevada. The traffic was very light, about one...
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A BIG TYPE OF BEAUTY Nevada has a big type if beauty. If you look at what is directly around you, it seems dry, gray, and lifeless. Howev...
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THE SHOE TREE This strange tree had no explanation or name it was simply standing alone on a long stretch in Nevada. Several people had...
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FEELING SMALL, A VERY GOOD THING The open roads of Nevada were a distant memory until I scanned through my pictures. The days were spent i...
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MEMORIES You cannot know what stirs in me as I see this picture. It fills up my senses like nothing else. The pictures, sounds, silence, a...
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THE MORNING MYSTERY My daily journey took me sometimes 100 miles from where I had slept the previous night. Each morning as open my eyes the...
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The North West Coast, its like New England with amazing sunsets but no chowder!
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BICYCLE CULTURE IS BICYCLE CULTURE It was a clear warm Saturday in East Cleveland, and there he was , a man named Daryl. He was the crea...
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HOLY POLISH BOY AND A SODA An East Cleveland Baptist Church was selling lunches as a Saturday fund raiser. I learned about Polish boy san...
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THE FINISH LINE I made the coast of New Hampshire 4044 miles from San Francisco according to my GPS. This includes all of the miles Walt...
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THE REDNECK CHEERS I reached Vermont this morning just before a storm. I slept under a pavilion next to the Dogtown Saloon in New Yor...
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NIAGARA FALLS I reached Niagara Fall New York. I rode the Erie Canal until it got boring about seventy miles. I rode a while w...
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COUNTRY SMELLS The breeze was humid but cool. The birds chirped in several languages, the air was fresh but lightly manure scented. The b...
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TIME FOR A NECESSARY BREAK After 36 days or more on the road, I have developed the art of being discreet with some necessary bodily...
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