If you’re a girl, an American girl in particular, going on a solo bike tour (or any sort of solo adventure for that matter) you keep a blog. Almost without fail, this seems to be the case. And in this blog, you will write about your bike by name (usually a female name), referring to … More We’re all so unique in the same way

I started off my bike trip by going the wrong way through a Starbucks drive thru. Matt dropped me off just south of Astoria, Oregon, and befuddled with goodbyes and beginnings, I found myself turning down the one-way road and skirting by the large truck that was advancing through the tight space. The poor, surprised … More Flying by the [padded] seat of my pants