The Wheels on the Bus

Are disproportionately small, or so I'm told.

Three people today have told me "the wheels look so tiny" on first seeing the bus. I'm not sure how I should respond, but I'm certain they won't be changing any time soon.

We're hitting the road for Connecticut this morning. A ragtag group of people stoked about bikes, and adventure, and with a general aversion to taking a "normal" trip. Five of us will be enjoying the buttery smooth ride and quiet luxury of travel in an eighteen year old schoolbus. With freshly sewn cushions from a great friend and fellow enthusiast, and a little bit of every fluid this big iron box needs to purr like a cancerous kitten, we're ready for everything Cyclocross Nationals has to offer us.

How many trips do you get live music for the driver?

How many trips do you get live music for the driver?

Except fitness. It's over-rated anyway.

And we're not even bringing cross bikes.