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.
Except fitness. It's over-rated anyway.
And we're not even bringing cross bikes.