I'll get back to bike stuff next post. We're two weeks into touring around New Zealand, and writing about last winter's trip- man, it was so rough. Right now is much better. After my skateboard accident, my butthole was on the mend, the Rabbit was finally plated and legal, so we hit the road. Over … Continue reading The Last Part of Last Winter
Author: Montana
The Rest of Last Winter Part Duex
https://www.instagram.com/p/BfMPsPPgsz9/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1o2j7ue0ndh7g I spin the Rabbit's little tires up the steep snowy driveway. We've invited ourselves over to Boss Hawg and Kas Hawg's house, who are our good friends and employers. They also happen to have the living room with the nicest view I've ever seen (no pictures, but it's tall pines, big rocky craggy mountains, … Continue reading The Rest of Last Winter Part Duex
The Rest of Last Winter
A painfully long misadventure short, probably in two parts. Never did finish writing up last year's trip, things got real busy after we finally finished our wacky cross country odyssey and made it home to Pennsylvania. After we got back, I just didn't want to think about moving anymore. But right now I'm sitting in … Continue reading The Rest of Last Winter
Florida and Mississippi
We've just crossed the Alabama Florida line, and the 15th and 16th dogs that day run out of their yard to chase me, and I snap. "Arff arff arff arff arff!" they yell. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!” I yell, and boot the closest dog in the head. Four really good, solid kicks, excellent … Continue reading Florida and Mississippi
Alabama
We're in a Mexican restaurant that's playing twangy country music. New Year's Eve. It was a long day, not much above freezing and heavy rain and we had no choice but to ride 60 miles to get here, Ozark, Alabama, because it was the closest place with a motel. I look over the available beers- … Continue reading Alabama
Georgia
A little black and tan chihuahua sprints flat out down the hillside. "Ahrahrahrah!" he yells at us. We're on a nice quiet road outside of Athens, Georgia. "Look at this little guy," I say. He keeps coming, hits the raised shoulder of the road with those tiny little legs, trips, plants his face in the … Continue reading Georgia
Railroad Tracks and Raccoon Trails Across America: South Carolina
"I can see a trail down there. We should turn around," says Colleen. We're 20 feet above the swamp, balancing our bikes on a railroad trestle that's being rebuilt as a bike bridge, but isn't quite done. It has some real janky boards to walk across, which makes me feel like we're some old timey … Continue reading Railroad Tracks and Raccoon Trails Across America: South Carolina
