....Yet the bowels work oh so quickly in times of exertion. With supplies wanning and hunger pangs growing, the Warriors set out in search of vittles. To their dismay, they found that this land was highly taxed-- governed by the laws of supply and demand. So, with much regret they traded 32 gold coins for a meager ration of Rice-a-roni, chunk light tuna, pasta and canned tomato sauce. While Sir Philius wasn't looking, Sir Benirium bought his weight in snickers bars and accordingly found his panniers much heavier and his wallet equally lighter.
The sun hisssed as it began to settle into the pacific. The warriors had ridden not but 20 miles since it rose. They looked at eah other and decided without words: "Tonight, we Ride!" Fifity red and white strobe lit miles later they found a free tentsite with 27 fellow cyclist. The group was riding from Vancouver to Mexico in an attempt to raise money for the great bank of Kiva which grants micro loans to entreprenuers in developing countries. [Riding to Break the Cycle. www.kiva.org www.globalafc.org]
The next day, our heros "rested" by riding 40 miles through the hilly terrain of Big Sur. They spied more cycle toureres than they had fingers, that day. That night they shared a tentsite with a man who had ridden across the country in 22 days-- fueld by bagels and trucker speed.
They awoke late the next morning anticipating a 30 mile day. Nonethless, their legs got the best of them. Though they set out at 11 of the clock, their masocistic bodies, hungry for pain, compelled them to ride 75 miles to Santa Cruz. They did so with lightening speed.
And thus they spent two nights and two days in the home of Lord Brinker where they were treated like gods and fed Granola, Pasta, Pizza, and sweet ambrosia in the form of kambucha. They picked flowers and made lovely boquets for the homeless garden project-- a toil for which they were compensated by yet another feast. With much joy, they rode their unloaded steeds all around santa cruz-- they drank coffee with hipsters, braved the Cave of Fern, and saved a baby seal from certain death.
Preasently, Sir Philius pours over the Maps. The plan has new developments which require our attention: A 70 mile dirt road on the lost coast (Sure to be defended by dragons); a side trip to portland (sure to be defended by hipsters on fixies); and a new route through ther olympic penninsula (sure to be defended by Zeuse himself!). We will keep you updated, honerable reader! Please pray for us! Godspeed!

(Note: The app for uploading photos on blogspot sucks, so please see our facebook photo album coming soon. There, you will be the first mortals to seee the canve of fern and the baby seal... and so much more.)

A long thin shouldered road

Our two warrior left the hot springs early one morning. As they crested their first challenge presented in the form of a 2.6 mile long hill that they gave sweat and carbon dioxide to overcome they found a pack of four fellow bike warriors two of which were also battling their way to the great land of Vancouver. For 2 and a half days the our now six warriors laid down the undead blood of asphalt and other materials used to make roads. They were a wonderful group. Honorable warriors, they carried several kinds of cheese and a plethora of other delectable treats. With frequent stops and a high intake of human fuel (food and water) our warriors traveled many miles. As there clothing became soaked through with the sweat and blood of asphalt and car exhaust their bond grow thick. It could only be broken by a act of God striking down the faithful spring of the front derailleur. No longer being able to battle in different front gears and embarking on the most well trained and hilly section of road yet to come, our four brave warriors turned south to find a bike armory located 5 miles post. Thous their honorable bond was severed as the metal tab of the faithful derailleur spring fell in the trails and tribulations of hundreds of miles fighting the good fight. Facing the lowering sun and many miles to come our two fearless warriors set off north, encouraged and well fed.

Need to know update

From here forth this blog will be dictated to thee by a well spoken English man, know as the omnipotent narrator.
Thank you for your understanding.

We're not getting a ride, not no way. Not no how.

Shhh, don't tell anyone

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