Author: MIT Spokes

  • Day 5: Floatin’ Along

    Day 5: Floatin’ Along

    Rest day in Afton, VA

    Following my coincidental bike-rest-bike-rest pattern (I hitched a ride with Aarushi on day 3 as the only non-driver’s-license-bearing-individual), today was our first REST DAY!! We intended to watch a movie together the night before since we had no responsibilities the morning after, but we were truly so tired that we conked out pretty quickly. I finally reunited with my one true love — 8+ hours of sleep — and had the lovely gift of Pam’s breakfast casserole waiting downstairs with a cup of OJ. I’ve always been an apple juice person, but I may soon be convinced.

    Breakfast casserole + coffee 😋 , bikes in Pam’s home

    Speaking of Pam, let me provide some more background on Shannon Farm, the intentional community (IC) that she has been a part of for decades and where her amazing home is located! As she shared with us, it started as a smaller group looking to live together and share ownership of the land, which is over 500 acres in the beautiful woods of Virginia. It’s grown since then, and most people/families living there provide support for each other with community gardens and with various skillsets. It reminds me in a way of my living community back at MIT (House 4), so I definitely resonated a lot with their values and the method in which they try to be there for each other while maintaining some independence. Even if it seems that Shannon Farm is extremely cohesive as a whole, there are many more ICs that share even more resources. I learned about how other ICs contribute their incomes into a collective pool and how some all work in the same several businesses owned and operated by the IC. It’s a whole other world I have never thought about or been exposed to, but I can understand the appeal for certain groups of people from all different walks of life.


    After breakfast, Tatiana and Aarushi headed down to the community center with Pam to blog and conduct meetings since her home doesn’t have WiFi. The rest of us played card games inside on a picnic blanket — our initial outdoor picnic vision was thwarted by a tick spotting and the constant threat of mosquitos 😨. We tried Stab Your Friends (passed down from Spokes ‘25), which I never won, but got to eliminate Nate beautifully after being pretty terrible and getting stabbed from all over. Nate took some more L’s in Durak, a russian card game, and got “cursed” after losing 3 times in a row as per Nunu’s house rules. Whether the curse is real or not, we’ll have to wait and see…

    Stab Your Friends showdown and Durak

    I also did some quick sketches of some of our recent views!

    Shenandoah sketches

    We had leftovers from yesterday’s dinner for lunch and headed down to the community center to meet up with the rest of the team still working to also catch up on some tasks. I finally got to call my mom for a bit (hi mom!) since it’s a bit difficult to coordinate calls with a time difference with back home. After working for a bit, we decided to all head to the lake on Shannon and make use of our floatie — our specially purchased 7-person floatie all the way from Boston — in the warm weather. At the lake, we met a bunch of students from JMU also enjoying the lake. Two of them actually grew up in Shannon and shared a lot of interesting insights into how it was growing up in the community, as well as the general area! Shoutout to them for letting us use their paddle and generally being an awesome group to talk to 🙂 In the meantime, Nunu and Aarushi blew up the floatie with their lungs since the pump of course failed (shoutout again!), and we were soon all on the floatie that truly did fit 7 people as advertised (I had my doubts). 

    Locking in! and fitting 6 people into 5 (very cramped) seats

    On the floatie, we just chatted and traded stories while balancing sunbathing and staying cool. I found the half-body position the most optimal, as my torso could stay warm and my legs staying in the water ensured I didn’t get cooked alive. We got to learn a lot more about one another (one might say too much…), and ended up practicing our teamwork when we had to direct our floatie back to the dock at the end of the day. Kicking like my life depended on it, I had flashbacks to swim and kickboarding days — especially with Nate and Nunu watching and laughing from the attached paddleboard, offering only words of encouragement as the rest of us struggled — Carmen ended up pushing them away to fend for themselves. 

    Floatie!

    Alas, adrift in the lake and phoneless, we lost track of time and had to rush to Pam’s potluck she hosted specially for us, arriving about 10 minutes late. There, we were treated to Pam’s DELICIOUS mac & cheese, the cheese having been grated by yours truly + Carmen + Nunu + Nate. There was also a delectable peach cobbler, eggplant dish, and watermelon with mint that I had way too much off. There, we chatted with other members of Shannon and learned more about it while they learned more about us. There are a shockingly high number of people here that are recreational/serious cyclists! In particular, there was someone who had JUST (as in literally 2 days before) come back from a cycling trip around Scotland with his son. He also did a cross-country trip from Boston to SF. Everyone we’ve met on this trip have such interesting hobbies and insights that I couldn’t have ever predicted, even as we get further from D.C. and into more rural areas. I’m starting to think biking across the country isn’t as rare as I thought!

    After dinner, we finally fulfilled Nunu’s dream of volleyball and played a couple of games with mixed teams. By pure chance, we had self-selected into our 4v3 basketball teams from 2 days ago. Our team won (go wolves!), but we had to switch it up because of the tension between our two groups. It sounds like a joke, but I fear this sports rivalry may tear us apart. I don’t think we’ve argued more about anything else on this trip so far…

    Volleyball court and potluck
    THE peach cobbler post-consumption

    Regardless, I floundered around in my slides for a bit longer until we decided to have a quick team meeting before it got dark. We then headed up in two groups, one to the community center once again for WiFi to make AirBnb arrangements and the other back home. We also had to make some final preparations for tomorrow’s learning festival, our second of the whole trip. The grand shower line commenced, and the boy’s cabin experienced everyone’s worst nightmare: a spider in their bed. I’m not usually too bothered by bugs, but anything in my bed has crossed a line. Drew performed an amazing reenactment of Nate screaming and freaking out that I wish I saw in person.

    Last minute discussions and the source of the freak-out

    In short, there will be some bed-sharing happening. But looking forward to our learning festival!

    See you soon, 

    Caroline

  • Day 4: Country Roads, Take Me Home…

    Day 4: Country Roads, Take Me Home…

    Luray, VA to Waynesboro, VA — 62.5 mi, 3,900 ft

    Today we awoke in our campsite and EVERYTHING WAS WET!!! We had foolishly left all our belongings strewn about the campsite, including bike shoes we had to wear this morning and fresh laundry that now needed to be re-run. Although there had been no rain in the forecast, all our bike gear and camping tents were now covered with a generous layer of morning dew. After a couple of “it’s over” “it’s chopped” “it’s buns” “it’s cooked”, we packed up wet tents in wet bags and did some knee stretches (pictured below) and put chamois butter on our butts (not pictured) and I spent some time trying to pick which audiobook to listen to only to realize that not only do you need to pay for Audible you need to pay for the audiobook as well (!!) and after three hours we were ready to leave the campsite at 9 AM. 

    Realization number 1 today: America really is so beautiful. The song was literally made about this place (O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties above the fruited plain!). We biked through rolling meadows and lush green grass everywhere and fluffy cows and houses with pretty porches and tantalizingly inviting pools. We were biking along the Shenandoah River, and when I realized that I was literally biking down the country roads John Denver was singing about, it felt like I could actually sense his deep nostalgia for the countryside and felt a surprising burst of American patriotism that I haven’t felt in a long time as he sang in my ears…

    Almost heaven, West Virginia

    Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River

    Life is old there, older than the trees

    Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze

    Country roads, take me home

    To the place I belong

    West Virginia, mountain mama

    Take me home, country roads

    We kept the good vibes going for a long long lunch where we stumbled upon a perfect oasis where we had a glorious picnic, brought out our big floatie but never went into the water, and instead laid down on the grass and took a group nap. 

    Wow that was a beautiful sentence. Well-deserving of its own paragraph. Writing this blog is making me retroactively even more grateful for these moments. Sometimes you don’t realize how awesome you have it in the moment.

    Realization number 2 today: calling people and listening to them talk like a personal podcast is the hack of long-distance biking. I called my dad who is really good at debriefs and he told me the story of how he wrangled the thousand pounds of luggage I left him on his flight to California. I called my mom who is really good at reminding me of the things I haven’t done and she talked to me about how I need to eat a lot of protein and how I should become even more shameless in asking for Spokes donations. I called my best friend Albert who is really good at laughing and he told me about this new TV show Girls that he’s been watching and indulged me in my fantasy of daydreaming about all the things we will do when we both live in the Bay Area together post-grad. I called my other best friend Ria who is really good at talking in general and she didn’t pick up. I called my friend Maanas who is really good at giving advice and he gave me some more wisdom from his post-grad bike trip from UT Austin to Alaska. I called my teammates Nunu and Tatiana so we could talk even more while biking even though we already spend every single waking hour together. Becoming a Caller is actually one of my goals this summer. It’s such a good way to keep up to date with my friends lives as we all move to different corners of the world, and I am so notoriously bad at keeping in touch with friends that I don’t see regularly that it is a serious fear of mine that the strong friendships I’ve built in college will fade with inactivity. If you’re reading this, please feel free to call me anytime this summer!!! 

    Our ride ended in Waynesboro today as our next host, Pam, picked us up in her truck over the mountain to her house. (Don’t worry, we will resume biking from Waynesboro again in order to have a contiguous route across America). 

    When we arrived at Pam’s place, we were greeted by a literal enchanted magical fairy forest. Pam lives on Shannon Farm, a hippie community founded in 1973 and where she has been a member since 1979. My goal in graduate school at Berkeley is actually to become a hippie so this was an amazing pregame for me. As we gathered around the dinner table and feasted on the delicious barbecue pulled pork sandwiches and potato salad and baked beans and corn on the cob she had made for us, we asked her about her life and her community.

    Pam hands-down has lived one of the richest and most colorful lives out of anyone I’ve ever met. She was an activist protesting the Vietnam war in her college days, she’s been a nurse in clinics, peace walks, and wilderness all over the world, she’s raised two amazing children, she’s gone to Africa multiple times to rehabilitate chimpanzees and baboons and monkeys, she was the chairman of a primate sanctuary in North Carolina where she met Jane Goodall, and most admirably, she greets every person and experience she meets with a beautiful and warm and open heart. Pam, you are truly an inspiration to all of us, and I can only hope to internalize and pass forward some of the warmth you have shown us. 

    I forgot to bring my journal on this trip so I’m going to end my blog journaling to you all with some personal thoughts. This is the first time I’ve been a part of a team in my life, like not just a school group project or a friend group or workplace type team but a true, blood-sweat-and-tears sports team. We are all bound by this shared and really difficult mission of somehow biking across America, and I can already tell that by the end of the summer, we will know each other in different ways than the rest of the people in our lives are used to seeing. It’s also insane how competent everyone on the team is; everyone is constantly working to lift the entire team up and doing more than their share of work during tired evenings and rushed mornings. I’ve never experienced being the one that feels like they aren’t pulling their weight, especially because I didn’t come in knowing any special skills relevant for this trip like fixing bikes and mounting overhead storage on the car and efficiently packing gear and all. On top of that, I’m definitely one of the slower bikers, and I found out today that I’m apparently the slowest to get ready in the mornings too 😭😭

    Fighting these feelings of inadequacy is something I’ll definitely have to learn this summer. It’s good in the sense that it means I really am doing something that is out of my comfort zone, because I actually never do things that I’m not good at. It’ll be a learning experience to first just accept my weaknesses as they are presented to me (putting aside my pride, the biggest of my seven deadly sins) and then actively work on them for the betterment of the team.

    I do have a few goals I’ve been thinking about for this summer. One I already mentioned was to become a Caller and learn how to stay in touch with people. Another is to complain less. As the people in my life (especially my dad) can attest to, I enjoy complaining, but I enjoy complaining more as a shared activity, like let’s all complain about how annoying something is. But it’s really not the same when nobody else on the team is that into complaining so then I just seem like a big chud. I’m not going to list too many goals already on Day 4 because a laundry list of goals is ripe for falling through on all of them, so tune in for my next blog, every Thursday.

    Thank you for the many people who have been donating and supporting and keeping up with our journey, I love you all!!

    Aarushi ❤

  • Day 3: Pool & Pool

    Day 3: Pool & Pool

    Linden, VA to Luray, VA – 31.8 mi, 2303 ft

    Today was a beautiful day, marked by sunshine, side quests, and the kindness of strangers. 

    We began the day with yummy oatmeal prepared by our host Jen, licks from her cute dogs, and a car ride courtesy of Jen’s husband Tim down the gravel mountain that Carmen, Drew, and Nate had painfully climbed the night before. This was my first day biking since I drove the day before, so I was feeling a huge mix of nervousness and excitement.

    As we departed, I got into the groove and started really appreciating the nature around me. Virginia is so pretty! Cows! Hills! Uh oh… hills… The hills were killer, but I began to enjoy them and appreciated Drew’s company, especially as we discussed music and his piano skills. 

    When we came to our rest stop, my first reaction was a bit disappointed, as we were sitting at a gas pump with no overhang and no shade. Alas, the universe had other plans. A few minutes into our rest stop, a car pulled up next to us, and a man came out with curious questions surrounding our trip. He asked what we were doing and why, and suddenly asked if he could donate to our cause. When he started pulling out his wallet, I assumed that he wanted to donate $20. Instead, our team received a ONE THOUSAND DOLLAR donation from a kind man named Jimmy Baker on the side of the road in Virginia. Hello??? Crazy plot twist. Not only this, but Jimmy also offered to buy us food later in our route. The day seriously reminded me that we often assume strangers are far less kind and generous than they actually are. People are seriously awesome, and I have such gratitude for the countless friends and strangers who have already helped us along our journey.

    After this, Drew and I kept pedaling on our short ride, with a slight detour to swing on a beautifully placed swing set and enjoy the Virginia views. The rest of the route, we moo’ed at cows, listened to music, and finally noticed our road turn into a side gravel path. As we pulled into the entrance of our campground for the night, we were greeted with a magical sight. After hours of tough uphill climbs, we suddenly saw a glistening blue pool in front of us, tantalizingly calling for us to jump in.

    Immediately rejuvenated, Drew and I raced to our campground, excited to drop off our gear and celebrate with our friends. The group informed us that the pool wasn’t even the extent of our luxuries; we also had clean bathrooms, a jumping pad on the property, AND a place to play volleyball! Living the good life.

    After a lunch break and some camping gear setup with extra tent troubleshooting courtesy of Nunu, we jumped in the pool, excited to finally relax. Our adventure quickly turned into 4v3 basketball, where my 4-person team was winning 5-2 until I had to reapply sunblock, and suddenly the score did not look too great for my team…

    Nate put it perfectly: “It’s all haha until you’re the one that’s buns.”

    After swimming, a few of us basked in the sun, played volleyball, and walked over to the jumping pad, which was, in fact, a huge blown-up tarp that you could jump on. You’re getting the vibes. Literally the best day ever. Sunshine and rainbows.


    And you know what could make it EVEN better? I had called the town a few minutes away from our campground yesterday, and a pizza place offered to donate us a few pizzas for today’s dinner!! Wow. Miracle.

    At this point, Carmen, Aarushi, Drew, and Caroline went to the town to pick up groceries, the pizza, and some medicine, while Nunu, Nate, and I stayed back to blog and finish up some tasks. Before we began, though, we walked around the property and noticed a POOL TABLE! Not to be confused with the earlier swimming pool (you get the blog’s title?). Obviously, we had to sneak in a game where Nate and I lost to Nunu through Nate’s devastating sinking of the black ball a little too early in the game. Our loss encouraged us to finally lock in on our tasks.

    Nunu actually made this shot…

    When dinner arrived, I truly felt bliss in my soul as we devoured the topping-ladden pizzas and washed our food down with Aarushi and Carmen’s EXTRA surprise of Lofthouse cookies. I’m telling you, we’re spoiled. We also battled against Drew’s spilled Lemon-Lime gatorade, which suddenly created a “pee” trail traveling down the bench.

    We knew, though, that the day after was going to be tough, so we decided to use some of the remaining daylight to clean the car, pump air into our bikes, finish setting up our campsite, and do our laundry. 

    Quick side note: we actually have the best team ever. Everyone is so helpful and wants to work hard to make sure everyone has a good time. I have noticed that our team is very kind, and I really feel like everyone is trying their best to work as a group and appreciate each other. We laugh a lot, and it has really been making this trip amazing so far. I also feel like everyone has their distinct roles, which make our team function well. For example, I consider myself the Morning GOAT (Greatest Of All Time) because I am the only certified morning person and get everyone moving at 6 am. See below for my opinion on everyone’s roles:

    • Nunu: Organizational GOAT (our car is pristine, our stuff is perfectly organized)
    • Nate: Car and Gear GOAT (always locks in on the bike rack and top storage)
    • Drew: Grocery GOAT (best food ever is always present)
    • Caroline: Laundry GOAT (walked all the way up the hill 5 times to do our laundry)
    • Aarushi: Housing GOAT (effortlessly found us a new campground and free Airbnbs)
    • Carmen: Route and Bicycle GOAT (knows everything, pumps everyone’s tires)

    Of course, all of these roles overlap between team members, but still, having people who are great at the tasks has made life so much easier.

    After our work session, everyone took showers, finished the next day’s route, and slowly went to their tents to sleep. Aarushi, Nunu, and I shared the 4-person tent; Carmen and Caroline shared a 2-person tent; and Nate and Drew shared a 2-person tent. Awesome.

    My last comment for this day is that my awesome boyfriend Noah organized the cutest surprise ever for me this summer. He got all of my friends and family to write me notes, and collected 75 notes for me to open in the 75 days of the trip. Just before going to bed, I opened my third note, and it was from a friend, Sam Hughes. Thank you to her, to Noah, and to the many people who have written to me, even if I haven’t opened yours yet. I look forward to reading the notes from you guys every day 🙂

    All my love,

    Tatiana ❤

  • Day 2: First SAG (and 2nd and 3rd and 4th)

    Day 2: First SAG (and 2nd and 3rd and 4th)

    Washington D.C. to Linden, VA – 88.6 mi, 4947 ft (5833 ft if you make the wrong turn)

    Def SAG (noun): Support And Gear. The minivan holding all the teams’ gear, food, etc.

    Def SAG (verb): a.k.a SAG out. To get picked up by the car during a ride, usually to be driven to the end point. 

    Before explaining today, I’d like to provide some context on the current state of the team. Two nights ago, the most sleep anyone on the team got was 4 hours. Last night, the team got 2 hours of sleep and then taught at the juvenile detention center for 7 hours. After driving an hour back, cleaning bikes, eating dinner, packing the van, buying groceries, doing laundry, and getting ready for bed, it was 11pm. 

    With this in mind, we decided to prioritize recovering our sleep before today’s ~90 mile ride by waking up at 7am instead of the 5am wakeup we had decided to do after finishing teaching. The plan was to leave the house by 8am to drive to DC, arrive at 8:30am, take pictures, and then start biking by 9am. That did not happen. 

    At 8am, half the team was still upstairs getting ready and all bags weren’t in the van until 8:30am. We ended up leaving at 8:40am and, because we were now driving into downtown D.C. at peak rush hour, we didn’t get to the Lincoln Memorial until 10am. 

    Huge shoutout to Aarushi’s uncle and aunt Nikunj and Deepika for hosting us + helping shuttle us to D.C. and to Tatiana’s mom Olga for returning the cargo van for us after we left!

    After taking a few pictures, Spokes 2026 was off from D.C. for their first ride of the summer!

    Spokes 2026 sets off from D.C.!

    The fanfare of departing from the Lincoln Memorial was short lived unfortunately as we immediately ran into a slew of technical difficulties (e.g. red lights for ages, falling walkie talkies, twisting ramps causing the first fall of the summer, making incorrect turns getting out of the city, etc.). After getting out of D.C., we biked together for no more than 2 miles before splitting up into faster and slower groups (despite planning to all bike together for 20 miles). 

    Biking out of D.C. along the Potomac River.

    Drew, Carmen, and I biked together for a bit before Drew fell behind a little. Carmen and I continued on to the first rest stop at mile 20 where we checked off the first bathroom break a la fresca and then regrouped with Drew. 

    Prior to the first rest stop Tatiana and Nunu both called me to let us know that Drew’s drivers license was found in the laundry machine back at the house, and so Tatiana would be driving back to get it and, as a result, wouldn’t be able to meet us at the rest stop. We decided to mess with Drew a little by asking him to show us his ID to make sure “he had the right one in case we get stopped by the police”. I’ve never seen someone so confidently claim they had their ID while already holding all cards in their wallet. (Note from the future: we are currently keeping a count of things Drew has left behind, we’re currently at 4 things in 3 days). 

    I’m sure it’s in there somewhere Drew.

    We then continued biking towards the second rest stop where Tatiana would meet us for lunch. We decided to have Drew and Carmen draft so that we could all stick together (Carmen said she was winded from getting to the first rest stop). This turned out to work very well. We were able to hold a solid 15-17mph pace all the way to the lunch stop and get Drew a new speed PR. 

    Discovering the powers of group riding.

    So far, and up to around mile 40, we rode along the Washington & Old Dominion bike trail, which was super nice: separated from the road, very green, and had occasional tree coverage.

    We eventually reached the second rest stop around mile 35 where we waited 5-10 minutes for Tatiana to arrive with Drew’s ID, set up sandwiches for lunch, and started eating. After ~15-20 minutes, the second group (Aarushi, Nunu, Caroline) arrived and joined us for lunch. 

    First Spokes Lunch!

    After everyone finished eating, we let the second group go ahead while Drew, Carmen, Tatiana, and I packed up lunch. We then set off towards the second half of the ride.

    The second half of the ride featured a bike park (that we were required to take a short detour at) as well as some nice views along a gravel road. 

    Eventually we reached the 3rd rest stop around mile 55. Nothing very notable happened yet but at this point we did realize that in 2 days we had eaten two 1kg bags of dried mangos.

    Nunu yearns for the mangos

    The story of a hero starts now. 

    It was currently around 5:30pm with 35 miles to go. Our Warmshowers1 host Jen wanted us at the house before quiet hours at 9pm when she puts her 2 year old baby to bed. As a result, I decided to bike ahead alone (since Drew and Carmen wanted more recovery time) so I could start showering and unpacking (+ because Jen and her husband Jim had very kindly offered to help drive any straggling members to her house to ensure we got there in time – I had 0 intention of letting this happen to me since I wanted to fully finish the ride). 

    So I then left the park we had been using as our third rest stop and turned right out of the parking lot back onto the road we had been biking along. Meanwhile, the rest of the team would spend 20-30 minutes more resting before turning left out of the parking lot to retrace our steps and continue along the road actually part of our route. 

    Unbeknownst to me, my bike computer had quickly rerouted when I made this right turn. Our bike computers have graphs of the upcoming elevation along the route and show stretches of steep elevation gain in colors ranging from green (flat) to yellow to red (steep). When I looked down at my bike computer, I saw shades of red that I had never seen before on that bike computer. 

    I chugged up a 1 mile, 500 ft elevation gain hill, before coming up upon a 4-lane highway with cars going 60mph that my GPS was telling me to cross and continue biking on. The highway had a generous shoulder so I waited for a break in the cars to cross and start biking uphill along the highway with cars and 18-wheelers zooming by. My elevation graph was showing deep red and purple(I didn’t even know that was an option), so I decided that I should warn the rest of the team that things were about to get pretty tough. 

    Luckily, the stretch along the highway only lasted ~5 minutes before I had to cross back over to the other side straight into a 1000ft climb. This would become my new highest climb (beating the 500ft one I had just finished), but after around 30 minutes of chugging up the hill at 5mph I reached the “flatter” section at the top and continued along the rest of the road. 

    After riding along the road for a bit, I got a call from Drew that no one wants to hear: that I was off route. My first reaction was that HE was the one off route, but after pulling off the road and checking the original route I confirmed that I was on a parallel road heading slightly more north. Turns out the whole team was confused when the horrible climbs and highways I had prophesied would arrive, since the route they were on was very reasonable. 

    At this point I considered my options: retracing to get back on route, which would be ~8 miles back and require me doing 43 miles in 2 hours i.e. not feasible; continuing on the current route which, after checking Google Maps street view, I found required biking on a four lane highway with no shoulder for bikes i.e. incredibly unsafe; or the tragic third choice of being the first person to SAG and get moved back onto the route. 

    With little other choice, I called Tatiana to ask her to come pick me up where the road I was on met the highway and have her transport me ~6 miles along the highway to get back on route. 

    Luckily the distance I biked along the road was around the same distance as the other road but with an additional 1000 feet of elevation gain so I still had grounds to stand on that I finished the ride. But at this point Drew and Carmen were ~5 miles ahead and I needed to complete the last 20 miles in the next hour to avoid getting actually SAG’d out. It’s worth noting that one of the reasons Jen and Jim offered to help SAG us was because they didn’t want us going up and down the exact mountain I did :/ 

    Anyways, as soon as I got dropped off the route and my bike was off the car bike rack I booked it along the route (making sure I was headed the right direction this time) at ~170-180 bpm, huffing and puffing with my legs burning the whole way. 

    After 11 miles I passed Carmen and, shortly after, I passed Drew (😜). 

    Around this time, Aarushi, Nunu, and Caroline had all been SAG’d out at 76 miles, by Jen’s husband Jim since they were too far behind to make it to the house in time. Side tangent but to be SAG’d out they were told to look for Jim’s red pickup truck. At some point they saw one parked near the meetup point and approached it, only to see a sign reading “No trespassers. Violators will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.” They quickly left the area and were safely picked up by Jim later. 

    After passing Carmen and Drew, I pushed the last 9 miles with my legs burning, painfully climbed the gravel mountain to Jen & Jim’s house, and rolled up to the house as a champion. 

    But did we really win? In the end Carmen and Drew also made it without being SAG’d out since the time it would take to SAG them out would’ve been longer than just letting them finish the ride. Additionally, the route for the next day was a 60 mile 8000 ft elevation ride notorious among the Spokes teams every year. Finally, because we arrived so late Jen and Jim ended up putting their baby down to bed an hour late. 

    After arriving, we quickly ran a shower line, ate the ground beef tacos Jen had kindly cooked for us, unpacked, ran laundry, had a team meeting to plan the next morning, and did some blog writing. It was over dinner that Jen warned us about our ride the next day being a dangerous route due to its sharp, low visibility turns. After this rough day 1 ride no one was eager to do the dangerous + painfully steep ride, so in the end we swapped our route to a 30 mile 2000 ft elevation ride that got us to a different camp ground and got the job done. Jen also told us we had done the longest day 1 Spokes ride she had ever seen 😁.

    I guess I won after all?

    – Nate


    1 Warmshowers is a platform where touring bicyclists can open up their homes to other touring bicyclists to stay with them while out on multi-day bike rides. MIT Spokes has utilized Warmshowers heavily throughout the past 12 years to get housing across the US. Many hosts have hosted multiple generations of Spokes teams – for example, Jen has hosted the MIT Spokes teams four times (and the team is very grateful!). 

  • Day 1: Small Wins

    Day 1: Small Wins

    On day 1, MIT Spokes left on time. The weatherman in me is inclined to predict that this will never happen again, ever…  my forecast extends far beyond the usual ten days.

    Everything was packed on time; everybody was in the car on time; the driver (me) didn’t make a single wrong turn. Nate’s usual stench was absent, and we didn’t have to go back to the house to force him to put on deodorant. 

    This was a serious day though, and the tone of the blog will shift accordingly.

    Like in any high school setting: the students at the DC Youth Services Center, a rehabilitation facility for incarcerated youth, express a variety of interests. Again, like any high school, these interests have varying degrees of alignment with the material being taught.

    After the first of seven renditions of my festival throughout the day, in which students assemble their own electric motor out of legos, I was disappointed that only a minority of students were successful.

    The science teacher at the YSC explained to me, “Small wins are what we’re after.”

    My attitude changed. We can’t make every kid fall in love with with what we teach. But, if just a handful feel inspired by it, then we could’ve made a huge difference.

    There certainly were stars of the day, including an entire class of boys who managed to build a working motor (it’s pretty tricky to get working). Motivated by the spirit of competition with each other, they sat laser focused as they tinkered for the full hour. Some celebrated their functioning motor and teased their friends who weren’t as successful yet, ultimately leading to what i consider, a “big” win.

    I’m especially thankful for Judge Zia Fariqui for creating this opportunity. His direct investment in making learning opportunities available to incarcerated youth is unique. He even expended his entire staff of law interns to help us run the festivals, saving me from the impending doom of trying to manage an entire class on my own. 

    Back to goofy spokes plot.

    After the learning festival and a drive back to our host’s house, Aarushi and I went to Costco to stock up food for the next two days. I volunteered because I’m a picky eater and want a say in what we buy, We borrowed her uncle’s Costco card, which caused us trouble in the check-out lane. They’ve become very strict in enforcing the rule that the card owner be present. We told a sob story about how her “dad had a terminal illness and couldn’t leave the house to buy himself food.” This worked, somehow, and the food was acquired including Spokes most important necessity: dried mango.

    I’m getting sleepy (writing this after our first biking day) so I will TLDR the rest of the Day 0: we packed and went to sleep.

    Find out from Nate tomorrow how the first day went…

  • Day 0: Half a Mile of Hell

    Day 0: Half a Mile of Hell

    I woke up to my blaring 7 am alarm in a dazed state, suddenly remembering that TODAY IS THE DAY! Did I go to bed a little too late the night before from my final post-graduation yap session with my best friends? Maybe. But the excitement overcame!

    My mom, Olga, and my grandfather, Victor, were going to help me drive down to DC, so they showed up at 8 am. This had been our planned leaving time, but, unsurprisingly, our personal items were not fully packed. This was our first introduction to 2025 Spokie Sarah’s accurately described “Spokes Standard Time” (+/- 30min to an hour standard time). 

    Our send-off quickly turned into a full party, as another 2025 Spokie Ishaq stopped by to say hello, Sarah kindly brought the team Dunkin, Aarushi’s family brought Bagelsaurus for everyone, my boyfriend Noah came to say bye, and my mom and grandfather prepared to ride with us. Of course, party is a strong word, as the entire procession was filled with deep tears from both Aarushi and I. Both of us experienced such heartfelt sadness in leaving MIT, and hugged everyone maybe 5,000 times before getting in the minivan and finally making our grand departure with Nunu and Nate simultaneously departing in the cargo van carrying our bikes.

    We truly thought we were in the clear, beginning our beautiful journey into the unknown when we were suddenly accosted by a loud “BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM” coming from both sides of the car and a piercing “WAAH WAAH WAAH WAAH” from the car’s flashing red dashboard. Oh no. It’s over. Half a mile of hell into our trip, my mom pulled our car over at a gas station, and we identified that the straps of the roof storage were slamming against the windows in the wind, and the car was upset that we had put heavy bags on the unbuckled middle seat. Within 5 minutes, Aarushi and my handy dandy engineering skills (surely unlocked through our recently acquired degrees) allowed us to fix the straps, buckle the seatbelt, and continue onwards in our journey.

    My mom was a lifesaver in driving the first part of the way, letting Aarushi and I peacefully catch up on our lack of sleep post graduation. Aarushi was also getting a little sick, so she slept most of the day. My mom drove all the way to our first rest stop right before New York City, where, to my own great surprise, she laid out the FEAST she had packed for us in the car. Suddenly, we had delicious fresh vegetables, flavorful chicken, rice, potatoes, and pasta at a rest area’s picnic bench, and our hearts and stomachs were happy.

    After lunch, I switched off with my mom, and we gossiped about graduation week and all of the changes to come. A few hours later, we stopped to get gas in New Jersey with the cargo van (where we all unanimously disagreed with letting someone else pump our gas), switched back to my mom driving, and finished our day-long journey to DC! Nate and Nunu were also rockstars in driving the HUMONGOUS cargo van with no incidents!

    When we arrived in DC around 7:30 pm, we were greeted with a hugely warm welcome by Carmen, Drew, Caroline, and Aarushi’s family friends, Deepika and Nikunj, who had prepared THREE separate rooms with individual mattresses for us to sleep in, snacks, drinks, and dinner. Filling our stomachs with home-cooked Indian food (the best meatballs ever) and chatting with my mom, my grandpa, and Deepika and Nikunj’s kids and parents made me feel very happy and excited for a whole summer of meeting people all across the country.

    At 10:00 pm, we began our official lock-in for the next day’s learning festival and realized the momentous task ahead of us. The Department of Corrections and Youth Services Center does not allow visitors to bring in any scissors, glass, or sharp objects. This meant we had to precut ALL of our felt, cardboard, and paper materials to accommodate 120 students the next day. Light work! Psyche.

    At 1:00 am, Nate accurately declared that there is “no rest for the wicked,” accompanied by most of the team’s estimates that their learning festival preparation was “50-60% done” despite our expected 5:30 am wake up time.

    At 1:30 am, we let Drew go to bed, since he was going to be our driver for the next day and we didn’t want him to be groggy at the wheel. For the next hour, in a delusional and dreary state, Nunu worked her magic on organization for the learning festivals, Caroline, Aarushi, and I cut out cardboard and felt, and Carmen and Nate finished measuring liquids.

    At 2:30 am, the living room was magically clear, and we finally logged off for the night, full of nerves and excitement for our first-ever learning festival! Would 3 hours of sleep be enough to hold the team over for the day? I guess you’ll have to wait and hear from Drew tomorrow 🙂

    Lots of love,

    Tatiana ❤

  • Day -1: Government Operation

    Day -1: Government Operation

    “This is like a government operation, there’s so many people but nothing is getting done.” – Aarushi’s dad

    This quote pretty much encapsulates our whole day spent packing.

    I woke up this morning on three hours of sleep after getting back from Howl at the Moon the night before where I danced and cried for the last time with all of my college friends. Today, Aarushi and I had a deadline to move out of Burton Conner by 12PM. However, at 9AM my room was only 90% done, our Spokes luggage was maybe 10% done, and Aarushi, whose room which was 0% done, was nowhere to be found… I knew we were in for a long day.

    I said a hurried goodbye to my parents and my sister as they were rushing to the airport in the pouring rain with my six checked bags that carried my whole life these past four years. Then I coordinated selling the remaining furniture in my room. I ate lunch. Then, at 12:30PM I hurried to meet Nate to go pick up our rental cargo van to transport our bikes from Boston to D.C. All the way in Arlington, MA, we come face to face with this GINORMOUS car that’s like 10,000 feet long and I volunteer Nate to drive us back home.

    Very cautiously, we make it back home by 2PM so we can finish our individual final packing and goodbyes with friends. I visited Aarushi’s room where she and her parents had finally begun their packing (two hours past our move out deadline). I then took a one hour nap which was super restorative and awesome. I woke up at 5PM (the time that we had coordinated to begin packing our spokes stuff) and Nate is back with the cargo van outside BC. Tatiana had also just texted that some of her gear was stolen. So with Aarushi’s room still in shambles and Tatiana’s crisis, it was just Nate and I against a mountain of cardboard boxes. At this point, the situation was looking dire and we estimated that we would be up all night packing everything.

    We spent a good hour unpacking, sorting, and checking that we had everything we ordered and needed for our trip. Our next obstacle was figuring out how to attach the soft storage compartment to the top of our minivan without any roof railings. This way we could put all of our camping gear (tents, sleeping bags, sleeping pads, and pillows) above the car and save room inside the car for other things. For maybe half an hour, Nate and I struggled in the cold rainy windy weather hooking and unhooking and trying everything possible to attach this storage compartment. Nothing was working, so we phoned Spokes 2025 to help us out. Sarah came to advise us but since we have a different car model than the 2025s, we couldn’t use their method.

    Thankfully, Tatiana’s boyfriend (Noah) and Aarushi’s dad (Sandeep) came as reinforcements so the two of them plus Nate worked on the storage compartment while Sarah Aarushi and I went inside to warm up and do some other packing.

    Inside, we miraculously made all our Learning Festival supplies fit neatly into two large bins. We put all our kitchen ware and cooking supplies into another large bin and all our bike gear, first aid, and other miscellaneous items in our final large bin. Big SHOUTOUT to Sarah for helping us with this!

    Then we paused for dinner at 8PM. Nate and Noah, our GOAT, managed to find a solution for the car storage top. BIG SHOUTOUT to Noah again because he was the one who came up with the idea to reconfigure the straps on the compartment to be longer and attach to the rear window of the minivan (from Nate). Sandeep Uncle, also GOAT, ordered us three delicious pizzas from Area 4 and we had an amazing feast. Meanwhile, Nate went to meet his friends at Five Spices for a final goodbye dinner and also to pick up Drew and Nate’s Learning Festival supplies that were still at Edgerton.

    Now it was 10PM, I finished the last small bits and pieces of our packing, and added labels to our boxes for organization purposes. Aarushi went back to packing her room (now 10 hours past the deadline) and Tatiana, Nate, Noah, and I brought everything to the minivan to load in and see how much extra space we would have for our personal luggage. Honestly this was the easiest part of the day. Somehow this car is the perfect shape to fit all of our boxes and has all the perfect nooks and crannies for our miscellaneous items such as our propane tank and our giant hand sanitizer bottle.

    We ended the night by folding down our mountain of cardboard waste from all of our packages and said goodnight at 11PM.

    At this point Aarushi’s room was 90% done being packed and we wanted to go say bye to our friends one last time who were at the club. We quickly Ubered there at 1AM and we stood outside hugging and crying for half an hour before we went home, finished packing, and went to sleep at 3AM for a 6AM wakeup to drive to D.C.!!!!

    See you next week!

    Nunu

  • Day -53: Warming up for the Summer ☀️

    Day -53: Warming up for the Summer ☀️

    Hello hello! Thank you so much for tuning into the “first” blog post for Spokes 2026 🙂 We’re so excited to start as the start of the summer gets closer, and we’re currently busy prepping for all of our learning festivals with fun, engaging workshops! As a sneak peak, we’ve got some topics on motors, electricity, 3D modeling, and chemical reactions 💥

    This past week, most of us were able to pick up our bikes from Trek and finally got to try them out. Thanks to the Trek crew for getting all 7 of our bikes built, and we can’t wait to go on some group rides soon (weather permitting… if Boston finally decides to defrost this month). Catch us at midnight marathon 🚲 the 19th of April though! We also had the opportunity to talk about our team with some members of the 2025 crew (shoutout Joseph and Sarah <3) on the Husky Mind Podcast, which is now posted on Youtube.

    Nunu and Carmen biking back from Trek

    Our super duper exciting route has also been finalized by our lovely route team, so check out all of the amazing places we’ll be stopping by ↓

    That’s all for now! Don’t be too sad though, there’ll be plenty more of us to come.

    See you soon,

    Caroline 🙂

    (P.S. You can support us here → https://crowdfund.mit.edu/story/Spokes-S26 We’re still working towards our goal of $50k, and every bit helps!)

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  • Day 84: Safari in the Badlands

    Day 84: Safari in the Badlands

    Sage Creek Campground, SD -> Madison Lake, MI

    480 mi, written on March 8th, 2026

    I woke up in the wilderness. Well, of course, right? I was in the Sage Creek Wilderness, after all. However, I can say that this is one of the only times I felt like I wasn’t in man’s world. When I left my tent, I was greeted by a lone bison just across the street. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized how big bison are. Bulls have nothing on these megafaunas. As we started to pack up and prepare breakfast, two more appeared and they got scarily close. Bison are not exactly friendly animals; they will attack and kill if provoked. Thankfully, they seemed unbothered by our presence. In the distance, a lone coyote scurried across the landscape, keeping its distance from the campsite. In the middle of the campground loop, there was a prairie dog town buzzing with activity. Wildlife had been strangely absent for most of Spokes, despite us getting to out pretty far from civilization at times. Maybe it’s just the nature of road biking. This morning sure was making up for that deficiency.

    Having admired the wildlife for long enough, we packed up our things and started our drive through Badlands National Park. We spent the next three hours seeing the sights and hitting all of the major viewpoints. It felt like we were on a safari seeing the herds of Bison and Bighorn Sheep running across the prairielands. The Badlands have a landscape seen in few other places, it’s quite something.

    We reached the Eastern end of Badlands National Park, and with it the end of the “fun” of this road trip. I made this route prioritizing seeing the beauty of the northwest, with a time constraint of 10 days to make it to Boston. This meant that, in order to have time to enjoy the northwest, I had us plow through the Midwest on I-90. We left Badlands and got directly onto I-90. This marked the start of my hellish journey across the second half of the country. Three days on I-90, with long hours and few planned stops. All to make it back home. Needless to say, this quickly became boring. Even more than before, Ramona and I passed the time yapping about random things, planning impromptu stops, and finally starting to draft our blogs. The stop of biggest note was Sioux Falls, SD. The river flowing through the middle of the city and its accompanying falls were surprisingly scenic. As we were driving on this day, Sarah was flying back from Las Vegas. She sent us her location during her layover in St. Louis, so close yet so far.

    We were approaching our destination for the night surprisingly early. Tonight, for the second time on this road trip, we were going to stay in a house. I managed to secure housing at my dorm floor’s GRA’s parents’ house. Thanks, Katie! (I doubt you’ll actually ever see this though). We were doing so good on time that we even told the parents that we would be able to make it to a 7pm dinner. Then, the heavy rain hit. It slowed us down a bit, especially since we were off the interstate now. The rain eventually passed but then google maps decided to route us through a closed road as we approached Madison Lake. Feeling confident in my off-roading skills in a Pacifica by now, I decided to ignore the closed road sign and made my way up the unsurfaced road. As far as I could tell, I only had to drive up the road for a mile, and besides, google maps was telling me to go this way! As I made my way up the road, however, I quickly lost my confidence. The recent heavy rains made the unsurfaced road extremely muddy. I was not in the business of getting the van stuck somewhere I was probably not legally allowed to be in, so I managed to power through a dirt wall onto the other side of the road and back whence I came. Google Maps fixed itself at this point and added like 15 minutes to the route. We got to the parents’ house about an hour after we said we would, yikes! It was fine though. We both got our bags out of the van and immediately showered. We had gone three full days without showering, since Duck Lake Campground. It was badly needed, and that warm pressurized water was heavenly. Our hosts had some food prepared for us, which was delicious. I definitely missed staying with people after our four days of camping. I collapsed onto a soft bed and began to recuperate and prepare for the following days.