Long story short: my buddy is watching the dog and cats and I'm on the greyhound to Chicago before my flight tomorrow. No I'm not running off with some stranger, I've built bikes for Jon and both ridden with him and played soccer with him.
The trip (and ideally, this reawakening of a long sleeping blog with matching posts) will take us from the Midwest to Paris, then Strasbourg, Colmar, Bern, Geneva, Grenoble, Alp d'Huez, a tiny little Italian town I have forgotten, Nice,, Marsailles, Montpellier, and Barcelona.
My job is to speak French, fix bikes and drive the van full of stuff from city to city. I plan on biking every day, either around the town we are in or biking out the path they will be taking in order to meet them and guide them into the destination.
Here's to taking chances.
Location:The bus.
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