Hello fanatic followers!
Coming to you live from Westborough MA. The sleeping beauties are pumped to finally get in the proper number of hours required to maintain such stunning complexions. (bedtime is still a strict 9pm)
Anywho, here’s a brief overview of our last week as homeless wanderers. After Seaside we headed up to Astoria (the official ending location of the TransAm). In Astoria we experienced the biggest test of our physical and emotional strength as we conquered this hill – 99.9% grade or something like that – WHILE simultaneously being mocked relentlessly by an onlooking child. “Just wrapping up our xc trip!” we said through tears as we swerved from one side of the ride to the other to prevent ourselves from rolling backwards.
Astoria was lovely. Next we headed back to Portland and spend one more night with Pat and Beth (our former Portland hosts). Twas another beautiful night with these two awesome ladies! And look – we found Ani’s missing sock! (He’s been slumming it with one sock since we left last time. You go Girl!)
After another goodbye (just as many tears as the first time around) we scurried on up to Seattle. As we were biking into the city a scooter appeared next to Suzy and asked the question we love the most: “where ya headed?!” To this Suzy responded “Seattle!!” They gave her a confused look and scooted away. Suzy then realized, this was the moment she’d been waiting for for 70 days.
We did tourist things in Seattle:
The Public Market
Seattle’s newest attraction – Gugz and her fav hat:
Chihuly Garden and Glass:
Thennnn we moseyed on up to Edmond (an extremely taxing and strenuous 16 mi ride) to visit some family friends and fellow cyclists (also future xc cyclists!! – Laurie is doing the TransAm next summer!! Good luck Laurie!!) As you can see Suzy and Gugz splurged on a new outfit in order to fit in with the Seattle tourists.
After 2 nights with Shelly, Laurie, and Ben it was time for another goodbye – to our lovely hosts and to our bikes (Edward and Bella). Our bikes are being shipped back to meet us in Westborough, until we meet again, shimmering stallions. Auf Wiedersehen, trusty steeds. Au revoir, frames of steel.
With our stylish, trendy, and wildly ergonomic bags packed we were ready to say goodbye to the West coast and head to the airport. At this airport many weird glances were shot our way. We must have the post xc bike trip glow to us or something.
Watching the country flash beneath us in a matter of hours after spending weeks conquering the beast is… an experience one may say. Another may say degrading, but nonetheless we arrived home safe and sound and are now struggling to adjust to life as a “normal human being”. If you happen to see us wandering the streets, or maybe find us asking if you have a place we can sleep for the night, just do your best to ignore us and send us home, the habits will break, the psychological trauma with subside…
Well that’s all we’ve got. Adios dear readers, it’s been a pleasure sharing our journey with you, and thanks for following our melodramatic stories and adventures!
Suzy, Gugz, and Ani