Cousins Cycling 2 Crush Cancer

When you’re biking the Southern Tier, your standards for lodging eventually drop through the floor and settle somewhere in the Earth’s crust. Even so, last night’s motel was a bold experiment in how much a human can endure before calling a lawyer. The mattress wasn’t so much “firm” as it was a collection of rusty… read more

Today’s ride was a modest 40 miles—closer to a comfortable training loop than the back‑to‑back 90‑mile epics we’ve been stringing together. After the long days we’ve had, this one felt almost like a gift. It would be easy to let it slip by unnoticed and focus instead on the destination: Fabens, Texas. A tiny dot… read more

We started the day off just right by sleeping in until 6:00 AM—a luxury compared to our usual 5:00 AM wake-up call. As Jeff put it, “Who knew they had a five in the morning, too?”Our host at this charming hotel was a lifesaver, setting up the coffee pot in the lobby the night before.… read more

Today was one of those days where gratitude kept sneaking up on us from every direction. Gratitude for the weather that treated us kindly. Gratitude that both Frank and John were back on their bikes—upright, pedaling, and even smiling. Gratitude for this wild opportunity to ride across the country, fully aware that countless others would… read more

They say the best way to see the country is on two wheels, one pedal stroke at a time. But today, on my fifth day of a stubborn stomach illness, my “one pedal stroke at a time” looked more like “one mile at a time” from the back of the support van. While I’m disappointed… read more

When we kicked off this big adventure, we knew there’d be unknown challenges—because that’s literally the definition of adventure. What we didn’t know is that those challenges would treat John like their favorite camp counselor and follow him everywhere he goes. We rolled out this morning with high hopes that John’s recovery was trending upward.… read more

What a joy to be back in the saddle! There is nothing quite like the feeling of rubber hitting the road, especially when I’m riding alongside my cousin, Jeff. I’ll be honest: my energy wasn’t exactly at 100% starting out, but with my stomach finally deciding to cooperate, we set out to see what this… read more

Stats so far Miles: 490 miClimbing: 11,119 ftTime in the Saddle: 35h 5mBottles of carbohydrate drink consumed: near infinite John’s Rest Day. They say some heroes wear capes, but mine wears a patient smile and drove to five different stores just to find the exact things I needed to heal. Steve was truly my knight… read more

Today was… not “The Best Day Ever.” Not even “Top Ten.” Honestly, it barely cracked “Well, At Least No One Stole My Bike.” My riding partner, the Batman to my Robin, the Shaggy to my Scooby, the peanut butter to my jelly, was tragically, dramatically, and gastrointestinally out of commission. Food poisoning struck in the… read more

Today was “short,” which in bike‑tour language apparently means 72 miles. Honestly, it flew by. The last 15 miles came with a tailwind, and we’re starting to suspect that either (a) we’re getting stronger or (b) we’ve simply forgotten what it feels like not to be on a bike. The route tilted upward from the… read more