We caught an 11 p.m. bus out of Málaga that arrived in Madrid at 6:30 a.m. When we pulled in, the cops told us that we can’t take my bike on the subway until 10 a.m., when rush hour ends. We tried to sleep at the bus/subway station for those intermediate 3.5 hours, but the [...]

We arrived in Málaga today, a large metropolitan city on the southern shoreline, filled with palm trees and surrounded by both green hills and some of the bluest, clearest water I´ve ever seen. Kim and I spent the day on the beach and agreed it was the nicest day we´ve had since the trip began. [...]

So we´ve changed SIX tires — count em, six! — in the last four days. And we both agree ….. this is starting to suck. This sounds like an obvious statement, but the roads here are nothing like Colorado´s roads. At home, a bike ride means cruising down a country road where traffic is sparse, [...]

The sights from this morning were as breathtaking as I imagined a bike trip through the rural Spain to be. We took small, windy backroads that stretched across vast expanses of green fields, linking small Spanish village to small Spanish village, each one marked by an ancient church steeple. We cycled 30 kilometers and stopped [...]

Our second day of cycling the rural highways of Spain was windy beyond belief. The winds jerked my front handlebars side to side and I felt like I had no control over the bike´s direction. This, as you can imagine, was terrifying. Being swept 3 feet to the left means a certain death, with cars [...]

Date: April 2008. I’ve said goodbye to Will for the next 10 weeks. He sang the blues all the way to the airport. Literally. He crooned like a singer of a late-night country radio station ballad about losing his pickup truck and his dog. Except Will’s lyrics lamented losing his Subaru and watching his girlfriend [...]