Cousins Cycling 2 Crush Cancer

In the world of cross-country cycling, there are two types of people: those who “roll out,” and those who “scramble for their lives.” For weeks, Jeff and I have been leaving with the fast group. My logic was sound: I finish strong, therefore I belong with the speedsters. In reality? We’ve been rolling into camp… read more

Stats so far Miles: 1,495 miClimbing: 32,493 ftTime in the Saddle: 104h 26mTimes pee’d in the bushes: near infinite John and I spent our rest day together in Fredeicksburg, Tx along with my wonderful wife Kirsten, not to be confused with another Kirsten that is on this trip. It is a rest day and our… read more

After 21 days of pushing our bodies to the brink, I think it’s safe to say we had reached “peak exhaustion.” This morning, as we gingerly mounted our bikes, we were bracing for more hills, and praying that our tired legs were in play for one more day of riding.  I had 40 miles of… read more

They say if you want to make the universe laugh, tell it your plans. Today, the universe didn’t just laugh—it threw us a surprise party. The Morning Switch-Back Our day started with a lesson in humility at 6:00 AM. Jeff and I marched toward the local mini-mart, snubbing the motel coffee in hopes of a… read more

As you can imagine, the breakfast conversation this morning centered around a single, stubborn word: headwinds. After the brutal battle from Sanderson to Del Rio yesterday, we were hoping for a reprieve. Today was certainly gentler, but the breeze remained our constant companion, pressing firmly against our faces with every pedal stroke. It’s the kind… read more

Today was a hard day. Not a bad day. A hard day. The kind of tired where even taking off your shoes feels ambitious, your brain is foggy, and you collapse at the end thinking, Wow… we really did that. This was the good kind of tired—the tired that comes from tackling something big, uncomfortable,… read more

Some days, this journey is about the miles tracked or the wind at our backs. Some days, it’s about the heat, the hills, or the simple comfort of a bed and a cold brew at the end of a long stretch. We wake up and we pedal, making our way slowly across the vastness of… read more

Yesterday was a rest day, and rest days are magical. You spend a week piling stress onto your legs like a toddler stacking blocks, and then—if you’re lucky—you get 24 hours where your body quietly cleans up the mess, files everything into the correct folders, and says, “Okay, fine, I’ll make you stronger… but stop… read more

Stats so far Miles: 1,066 miClimbing: 21,105 ftTime in the Saddle: 73h 23mBananas consumed: near infinite The Magic of Marfa There is a certain gravity to Marfa—a sense that the desert doesn’t just host you, it gathers you. After fifteen days of rhythmic pedaling and the relentless hum of the open road, our rest day… read more

Ok, you all knew this day was coming. We knew it too. But somehow, when it finally arrived, it still hit like a surprise pop quiz in a class you didn’t know you were taking. This morning… was rough. The usual cheerful chatter about “riding our bikes across the country!” evaporated somewhere around mile three,… read more