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  • Day 70: The Last Hurrah

    Day 70: The Last Hurrah

    Fallon, NV to South Lake Tahoe, CA — 101.4 mi, 5,750 ft

    Video script: So you know how only a couple of days ago we ended up doing that heinous 200 mile ride overnight that was definitely one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life? I remember at first having a huge adrenaline rush of “WOW we’re biking at night this is so fun” to then feeling so so so sleepy to then chugging caffeine and being insanely buzzed from that to then crashing again to then waking up and pooping behind a bush on the side of the highway feeling like I wanted to die. And I remember telling myself, it was all worth it because when else am I going to have an experience like this? I need to savor it. Turns out I would be having a very similar experience only a couple days later because today, we woke up at 1AM to (again) start our century bike ride in the middle of the night.

    This was of course Drew and Nate’s “geniusness” and I say that in quotes. The motivation behind this idea was to again, avoid peak afternoon winds and heat. To be honest, I don’t really get it because we’ve dealt with much worse winds and heat throughout the summer but maybe this overnight biking thing that we only recently discovered has set a trend for our last remaining bike days. And I’m not really one to argue I’m usually just fine with whatever the majority of the team wants to do and everyone surprisingly seemed down for this idea. So, as Carmen mentioned in the previous blog, to maximize our efficiency once we woke up, some of us were going to sleep in our bibs. Unfortunately, the only one of us to end up doing that was also the only one who definitely didn’t need to do that, our most efficient morning riser, Nate Mustafa. In the morning when we were all running around the Fallon Youth Club, Nate in his bib and the rest of us in PJs, aarushi pointed this out and I thought that it was just really funny.

    Puffy eyed and delirious, we all tried as quickly as possible to pack up all of our things that we had, just as usual, thrown all about. Once dressed and packed, we all gathered in FYC’s industrial kitchen to warm up our breakfast burritos in their industrial kitchen warmer machine and fill our water bottles to the brim with ice from the industrial ice machine.

    Now I have to tell you a story that I wish I had on film. For context, none of us are truly morning people meaning that at 1AM we were all not in the happiest moods. Aarushi, our driver of the day, had declared aloud that she wanted to eat only half of her muffin and asked if anyone else wanted her other half. No one responded but she left her other half on the kitchen counter and went to do other tasks. When she came back she found out that Nate had eaten the other half of her muffin and got very mad at him. We then all maybe ganged up on Aarushi a little bit and told her that there were many more muffins in the carton that she could eat but she wouldn’t have it because she wanted her half of the muffin. I told her that she was not a serious person. She then exclaimed very passionately, “I’M A SERIOUS PERSON!” To which Drew responded with a rap to ragebait her further. This rap has stuck with us ever since.

    Before we left, Caroline and I had to give a little upgrade to Mr. K. We placed Caroline’s elephant and Drew’s Max on our dashboard made from our design workshop and they are the cutest additions.

    Something interesting about biking at night is that you can switch out your sunglasses lens for a night mode one that supposedly makes things look brighter. That’s why Nate looks like an owl here.

    At 2:15 AM we were finally ready to go! Now the fun part about biking in the middle of the night is that there’s literally no one else awake but us. No cars to worry about running us over and it feels like the whole world is ours.

    When we got to the first stop, our amazing driver had our new liquid diet all set up and waiting for us. For some reason, this summer the girls on the team have developed an addiction to Arizona’s. Turns out they are also a great source of carbs that are much easier to consume compared to endless cheezits and gummy worms. Aarushi had gone and bought four or five gallons of different Arizona’s as well as sodas for the boys. We were so back. Caroline was also having some allergies so Aarushi got her a nasal spray that Drew fear-mongered she would get addicted to. We then caught Drew throwing away chunks of his poptart into the bushes because he doesn’t like eating the edges. We are just a very strange crew.

    As we kept biking, we eventually started to see the sunrise which, surprisingly, I’ve never been able to see all of yet this summer. The sky went from pitch black to suddenly pink and blue, the road was still empty, and I had my favorite people by my side and I remember feeling at peace.

    As we kept biking, we sped past a sign that read CAROLINE WAY! I immediately demanded that we all turn around so we could get a picture of Caroline with the sign. Something that may have already been mentioned in the blogs is that most of the team has nicknames that the rest of us like to stim, meaning that we like to repeat it over and over again because it’s fun. Carmen is Bacon. Bacon Bacon Bacon. And Caroline is Care-O-lineee. Bacon and Caroline is Bacoline. And aarushi is arshi arshi arshi. Drew is D-rew but we don’t really tend to stim that one. Tatiana, Nate and I are boring. Anyway we derive a lot of pleasure from doing this for some reason. On that 200 mile overnight ride, repeating Bacoline over and over again was the only thing that kept me entertained.

    At some point, I turned around and realized Nate had replaced his night mode lens for literally nothing. He explained that he wanted to enjoy the sunrise in its true colors but keep using his rearview mirror so he just looked kind of funny.

    63 miles in and at around 8AM we arrived at the fourth rest stop, a coffee shop in Carson City! As we biked in we all talked about how nice the area looked and how cute the shops were but everything was thankfully still closed because otherwise our very easily distracted group would lose all of the time we tried to save by biking through the night. We all got some drinks and sat in the coffee shop’s courtyard. I got a very delicious Thai Iced Tea Latte combination that Aarushi tried some of and decided her first coffee wasn’t enough and she needed to get this second one too. Afterwards, we decided we would do just the tiniest bit of sidequesting by going to a flea market that we saw was nearby on Google Maps. Once we got there, we found only an empty parking lot. We decided to continue on to visit the State Capital Building and wandered around the outside. Soon enough we decided to continue and meet up with Drew who was waiting at the nearby Wendy’s along the route. At this Wendy’s we each ended up ordering their homestyle seasoned potatoes which were basically these really delicious glorified fries.

    Now, the big event of the day was this 2,000 ft climb up to South Lake Tahoe from Carson City. As we were just approaching these huge mountains, Drew’s tire popped! We had maybe our 100th tire puncture of the trip. After test riding for a bit we decided to keep biking toward the next rest stop that was right before the big climb and we could try to repair it there. This rest stop was at a nice park where we pulled out our sandwiches that FYC gave us while Drew and Nate continued their bike repair work. Here’s some funny videos of Drew biking back and forth on the street to see if their plug worked.

    We ended up spending probably a lot of time at this rest stop trying to delay the inevitable climb. Drew and Nate left first before Aarushi could give us her motivational and completely original speech. The climb itself was honestly not that bad, but maybe because I was expecting the worst. I was also bike computer-less today since Aarushi’s was broken so by the time I thought I was only a mile in, I was actually like 3 miles in and the whole thing went by much faster than I expected. Aarushi was driving back and forth up this mountain to check on all of the bikers and to do a makeshift rest stop mid-climb for Tatiana who specifically requested it. By the time I reached the summit I realized no one was there and decided to keep biking down. This downhill was so so fun, barely peddling as I just shifted my weight to go around the twists and turns. Eventually, I made it to South Lake Tahoe! As I was biking down highway 50, the main road that goes through the area, I looked up to see the California border crossing sign and felt a surprising mix of emotions. I was just thinking about how it is actually so insane I started in Washington D.C., a place so so far away from home, and ended up all the way in California, my home state! It was unbelievable. I felt so proud and happy and confused and grateful. The second I crossed the border I actually felt so at home. I’ve actually grown up coming to Lake Tahoe at least once every year so I am pretty familiar with the area. The trees were so green and the lake was so blue and I was just so happy.

    I met up with Nate and Drew who were at Jamba Juice and we waited for everyone else to come down the mountain so we could get a group photo together at the border. Because we had so much time to kill, we decided to try and look at the beach. Unfortunately, the beach we ended up next to required an entrance fee so we just stared longingly at the sparkly blue lake through the tall fence. We met up with Carmen and Caroline and all waited together next to the border crossing sign for Aarushi and Tatiana. Soon, they came and we biked a bit more to find a fancier border crossing sign that I had found online because the one on highway 50 was kind of lame and hard to take photos next to. Unluckily for us, the sign was on a trail that was for some reason closed off or under construction. We decided to do as we usually do and pretend that these signs don’t pertain to cyclists, only to pedestrians and cars. We then took maybe five hundred silly photos of ourselves because you only really bike across the country into California once.

    Now, the rest of the day I guess I just forgot to film any part of it but it’s okay because nothing really interesting happened. We ended up biking the last 8 miles to our airbnb kindly donated to us by my awesome parents. We settled down and everyone proceeded to immediately take showers and fall asleep since I guess we didn’t really sleep the night before. Sometime around 10PM I went to pick up Chipotle for everyone which some people woke up for but others ended up just eating for breakfast the next morning.

    Because I love Lake Tahoe, I convinced the whole team a couple of weeks ago to turn our singular rest day into two rest days so I’m really really looking forward to all the fun things that we will do as our last hurrah of the summer.

  • Day 68: Oh How am I Gonna Be an Optimist About This

    Day 68: Oh How am I Gonna Be an Optimist About This

    Austin, NV to Fallon, NV — 111.9 mi, 2531 ft

    Mt. Airy, NV to Fallon, NV — ~95 mi, 2000 ft

    Contrary to Freytag’s Pyramid (pictured below), which shows a story’s typical narrative structure, this blog starts at the climax of the ride: biking on Highway 50, at night, at 12:00 am. The previous blog explains the reason for our current predicament, but in case you missed it, I’ll give a quick summary. To avoid the heat, wind, and cars that we would experience biking in the daytime, our goal was to finish most of the century as soon as possible. 

    Our adrenaline was high, and we had just finished our first rest stop when the clock struck 12. At the rest stop, I downed half of my Starbucks Frappucino for an extra energy boost and decided to put on my jacket in case it got colder the next leg. To preserve visibility since our jackets were dark and non-reflective, Aarushi and I tied our white jerseys around our necks to create a white cape, feeling like superheroes riding into the darkness. We pulled out the speaker for the 2nd leg of our ride, blasting music to keep the good vibes going and to keep ourselves awake. We queued some absolute bangers such as Pompeii by Bastille and E.T. by Katy Perry. 

    Out in the desert in the absence of light pollution, the only source of light were our bike lights and the occasional flashes of a late night trucker approaching in the distance. When we did see a car approaching, we ran a tight ship in ensuring there was no chance of being run over. We would yell “CAR,” switch off the road, and wait for the car to pass before getting back on. I’m sure these truckers were extremely confused by the sight of us at such strange hours in the middle of nowhere. The red lights of our van could also be seen pretty prominently from miles out, and often became my motivator to keep going as the night (or morning?) dragged on. Towards the end of this leg, the tiredness was setting in, but we tried to keep our spirits high.

    I think something I’ve realized on this trip is that I am a relative optimist about most things, which I wouldn’t have necessarily believed if you told me that before. Hence the lyric from Pompeii that is the title of this blog! I truly approach situations with the idea that’ll it work out, even if I’m not extremely vocal about this belief. This helped a lot during moments like this where it might be easy to complain and wallow in the difficulty of the situation, but my outlook kept me excited and energetic enough to get through the night. I think I was riding some weird giddy “isn’t it crazy that we’re doing this” energy the entire time (or at least up until 2:00 am). 

    It was so dark that looking in an area without our bike lights felt like I was closing my eyes, which was also extremely surreal. Like, your eyes are wide open but it’s just pitch black. Kind of crazy. We also started getting extremely cold at some points as we passed through warm and frigid pockets of air, but it kept us awake at least.

    After a bit, we agreed to stop at 60 miles into the ride to leave another 50 or so for the actual morning. Tatiana scouted ahead of a spot alongside the highway where we could safely park the car and cowboy camp — although “camp” is a strong word, since we were only really planning to sleep for a grand total of 1 hour. Finally, at around 4 am, we slept nice and cozy on our tarp and prepared to wake up at 5:30 am at first light.

    The wakeup was, as expected, extremely difficult, but we begrudgingly got on our bikes to tough out the final stretch. I had some leftover pizza for breakfast and the rest of the frappuccino. 

    Breakfast of champions

    It was immediately so much warmer with the sun out and windier than it was at night, so I was glad that we had gotten so much out the way with our night session. Although it was straight and flat for most of it, that honestly made it worse since there was so little stimulation for a mind that was running on little sleep. Thankfully, there were some interesting fighter jets that showed up towards the last section of the ride, performing cool tricks and flying extremely loudly. Apparently they were from a nearby naval air station, and they were flying so fast that whenever you turned to look where the sound was coming from, they were already quite a distance away from the origin since they were moving close to the speed of sound. At least, that was my understanding, but Drew could probably tell you more. Drew’s interest in planes also kept me awake as my eyes kept threatening to close, sharing his immense knowledge of the planes above us and exactly their functions.

    We rounded out the ride at a diner in town, getting free biscuits and gravy from the lovely workers there who saw how exhausted and hungry we were… we scarfed those down, and I was personally ready for a heavy nap. However, Aarushi, Carmen, and Nunu wanted to make the ride officially 200 miles (since we were at 190 miles), so they went back out in the 100+ degree heat, which I commend but knew was not important to me. I had been sick this entire ride (as a lingering virus was making the rounds, in the order of Aarushi → Drew → Me and Tatiana) and could feel it really starting to hit. We went to the Fallon Youth Club, our learning festival and hosts for the next two nights), and promptly fell asleep in various arrangements in the room.

    Thank you Jerry’s!

    After a long nap, I woke up to find everyone back and sleeping. I walked around the facility a bit, and met one of the directors of the club who told us that they had arranged meals for us over the next couple of days, which was very kind! Slowly, everyone started waking up, and we got dinner in Fallon — including a yummy poke bowl that I didn’t take a picture of until I devoured it.

    Not aesthetic but I need more photos

    For the rest of the evening, we relaxed and slowly recovered, finally doing our laundry from the past couple of days and mentally preparing for our last learning festival! It’s kind of crazy that we’re on our last one, but we were looking forward to it, knowing we’d be much more well-rested and in such an amazing facility.

    Ominous tower of laundry

    Tune in into the next blog for how it went, and our preparations for crossing into California!

    See you one more time,

    Caroline

  • Day 67: Inside the Mind of One of This Generation’s Greatest Thinkers

    Day 67: Inside the Mind of One of This Generation’s Greatest Thinkers

    Eureka, NV to Austin, NV — 75 mi, 3038 ft ~Mt. Airy, NV — 90 mi, 3698 ft

    I’ve heard there is much anticipation for this blog to drop, and for good reason. Today I will share with you every single thought I had while biking 90 miles. This might be an incredibly boring blog or it might be the most fascinating one, depending on how much you care about great thinkers and deep philosophers and cool funny smart hot people (me) and the like. Regardless, this will be the most accurate blog, because whether fascinating or boring, this is what we actually we do all day. Nothing but the thoughts in my head for 67 days straight… I thought surely I should be enlightened by now. But why do I feel the exact same? Has no profound change, no grand realization, no heavenly moment of enlightenment come upon me by now?? What the heck do I think about all day???? Let’s dig in.

    In the morning, nothing notable happened. It was like every other morning after another extremely mediocre night of floor sleep and slathering chamois butter on our butts and asking ourselves what the heck are we doing, followed by a very sad breakfast of Nature Valley Bar. We set off at 9:30 AM. On the first leg, I was thinking about:

    • My mom, because it’s her BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!11 WOOOHOOOOOo!!!!1 
    • What my family is doing for my mom’s birthday
    • How cute it is that my brother and my dad and his two college friends who are visiting made breakfast for my mom, and how great I am for proposing this idea to my brother last night
    • The crop circles that we were biking by, and this alien conspiracy documentary on the History Channel that I watched in 7th grade which argued that crop circles were signs of alien spaceships landing
    • How much I hated that 7th grade language arts teacher, and how much she loved frogs
    • Why are crop circles circular? Is there an engineering reason?
    • How I can’t listen to music today because I am recording voice memos all day about my thoughts so I remember them
    • My dad seeing his CORE 4 today (his GOAT friend group of 4 from college) for the first time in 28 years. The last time was at one of their weddings and now they are meeting again for one of their son’s weddings
    • Realistically how often will I see my CORE 4? Will it also just be at weddings? I’m sure my dad didn’t plan on seeing his friends only at weddings but that’s how it happened
    • It won’t be 28 more years because surely they will all four come to my wedding
    • My wedding is surely going to be some epic party. I’ve thought about my wedding a lot but never in a concrete way like who I would get married to. Just that it will be some epic party
    • My dad’s friends who are visiting the bay for this wedding and how they are just doing jobless things together like going shopping and to the beach
    • I wonder if these jobless experiences have more value because they have jobs
    • Is this going to be my life when I get a job? Having to take PTO to have fun? Worrying about how much PTO I am taking? How do you make sure to live your life not just in PTO? Or just on the weekends?
    • How my brother has a job and how weird it is that my little brother has a job
    • He watched the new Spiderman movie after work last night and called me on the way home. I really want to watch Spiderman
    • How having a job is what most people aspire to
    • How we are nearing the end of SPOKES and I will stop spending every single moment of my life with these people. Wake up roll over see Carmen’s face. Go to the bathroom brush my teeth make eye contact with Nunu in the mirror. Soon going back to living my life alone. I guess I’ve never actually lived alone before. In college I had roommates. Before college I had my family. I don’t even know what my life will look like alone
    • How bright the stars were yesterday when we cowboy camped (slept in sleeping bags without tents) in the church parking lot. So many stars I wasn’t even picking out constellations. You only pick out constellations when there’s only a few stars in the sky that you can connect. But there were lots and lots of stars
    • Biking through sagebrush and smelling sagebrush everywhere. Tires slipping in the sand
    • When does my life become my parent’s life? This stable life that I always thought was so boring? Probably soon, no? 
    • I would rather just bike on the paved road than to save a couple miles on this unpaved path detour, which is some seriously unwieldy sandy cattle field path
    • Just nothing for miles and miles and miles on end but this sagebrush. How does anything even live here? The sagebrush doesn’t even have green leaves; they’re blue-ish. Probably C4 photosynthesis
    • Of course, thinking about C4 photosynthesis always reminds me of my favorite Wikipedia page, Timeline of the far future. It predicts:
      • In 800-900 million years, “Carbon dioxide levels will fall to the point at which C4 photosynthesis is no longer possible. Without plant life to recycle oxygen in the atmosphere, free oxygen and the ozone layer will disappear from the atmosphere allowing for intense levels of deadly UV light to reach the surface. Animals in food chains that were dependent on live plants will disappear shortly afterward. At most, animal life could survive about 3 to 100 million years after plant life dies out. Extinction will start with large animals, then smaller animals and flying creatures, then amphibians, followed by reptiles and, finally, invertebrates. In the book The Life and Death of Planet Earth, authors Peter D. Ward and Donald Brownlee state that some animal life may be able to survive in the oceans. Eventually, however, all multicellular life will die out. The first sea animals to go extinct will be large fish, followed by small fish and then, finally, invertebrates. The last animals to go extinct will be animals that do not depend on living plants, such as termites, or those near hydrothermal vents, such as worms of the genus Riftia. The only life left on the Earth after this will be single-celled organisms. A 2026 study by Haq-Misra and Wolf suggests that those plants that use CAM photosynthesis, like cacti could survive until 1.84 billion years from now.”
    • The college essay I wrote about this Wikipedia page
    • Thinking a lot about college ending. How I thought I would have so much time this summer to process the four years of life that just happened to me, what I want to do next, the ways I have been profoundly changed by undergrad. But I don’t feel enlightened at all. I thought I would be a different person by the end of the summer. I don’t really know what concrete change I had envisioned (I did think I would be a lot more jacked than I actually am), but something like wow this is some spiritual insight/aura/knowledge/confidence/whatever you can only get by really seeing the whole country, listening to stories from people from all over… I guess I have done those things, but I feel the same. Maybe it’s only in hindsight.
    • What if I’m the same person after my gap year too? What use is that year of my life then? Why is there always that fear that I’m wasting my time?
    • Should I really include all these thoughts in my blog
    • Feeling a little aimless. All I know is that I have a flight to Boston booked the day after I bike into SF for Camp Kesem. No return flight. When should I return? Should I return from Boston or from New York? What will I do in New York for those few days? Where will I stay? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. Is this how life is supposed to be lived? When you’re 22 and with no plan? Just sleep on someone’s couch?
    • I’m reading this book, Intermezzo by Sally Rooney. It’s about two brothers: one is 22 and one is 32. The 32-year-old is dating a 22-year-old, which is kind of weird, but it’s less weird because of the way she describes their minds. Like even if you don’t approve of this relationship, you can understand, separately, why both of them are in it. Which is interesting because I’ve never understood age gap relationships before. Anyway, it made me realize life really changes a lot when you’re 32. You can’t really do this kind of thing at 32. Not knowing what the plan is for your life or even for the day. The only plan being somehow get to Austin, Nevada. At 32 hopefully I want to have a plan
    • Thinking a lot about my Arizona iced tea I’m going to drink at the first rest stop. I decided I’m going to do a liquid diet today, which is where I just drink a bunch of sugary drinks at the rest stops so I don’t have to eat any carbs. I’m sick of stuffing my face with Cheez-Its and garbage and don’t even get me started on eating another bar. I don’t want to really eat a proper meal either though; the thought of making myself a sandwich on the side of the boiling hot highway… 🤮. But I need carbs, so liquid diet it is. The lineup is Arizona iced tea, then lemon iced tea, then Snapple iced tea or perhaps a Vitamin Water
    • I was never a drinks person before this summer because I always had it engrained in me that juice and soda are the easiest ways to eat wayyy too much sugar. One can, bam, 60 grams. So I never got into having little drinkies with my meals—except for a good coffee
    • Will I continue to eat this way after Spokes? How do I not lose all this fitness?
    • I wish I could transcribe my thoughts straight from my head I am sick of talking. My thoughts make way more sense in my head. They sound a lot stupider when I verbalize them
    • Still on this sandy path detour and it is seriously not worth it. My tire is literally sinking into the sand every time I pedal. I think we are biking into someone’s private property
    • What is my life… walking my bike on a path full of sand in the middle of nowhere in the Nevada desert on a Thursday
    • What is my diet… no proper breakfast (a Fairlife and a Nature Valley breakfast bar), then a bunch of drinks throughout the day (mostly iced tea especially for the caffeine kick), and for dinner probably a burger. This can’t be the diet of performance athletes. They’re always drinking all these Gu gels and energy bars and all… how much of that is marketing, and how much of it is useful? Are $5 Clif energy gummies really better than 10¢ gummy worms?
    • [Lots more complaining about the sand. Most of us are walking our bikes at this point. Lots of looking forward to the first rest stop. Some bad words are said.]
    • I think about movies a lot. How I’m really into movies, and stories in general. Especially stories that people have told me, like people on this trip. What about it is so appealing to me? The human aspect of it, I think
    • For someone biking across America this summer, I feel like I still don’t know that much about bikes. I know how to change tubes, take wheels off, pump tires, lube chains… that’s pretty much it. Again I don’t exactly know what skills I wanted to get out of this summer but I definitely thought I would be more of a bike expert by the end of it
    • I’m not clipping in anymore because I am going snail pace and perpetually feel like I am about to fall, precariously balancing as my wheel wobbles through the sand
    • Why do I not feel one with my bike? Obviously I feel very comfortable and natural on my bike, especially when getting back on after a rest day or something, but I still don’t feel like it is simply an extension of my body. Like this sandy road should feel easy peasy, but I’m still feeling scared at times
    • I keep thinking about our five year Spokes reunion. I don’t really care where we go (hopefully outside the US) but I really really want it to happen, even if just for a week
    • How we’re going on a bunch of random roads across the US—why are these roads even there? Who goes on them? Like this road is genuinely in the middle of nowhere in the desert, eventually leading back to Highway 50. The highway has so many of these random offshoots of tiny roads that I never see anybody on
    • How does Nunu always have so much energy? How do we as a group have so much energy? This is a very self-selecting group of high energy individuals. Everybody is always down to do stuff, even after long bike day. I’m realizing that being high-energy is a key criteria I have subconsciously selected for in many of my friends
    • ARGHH I made a wrong turn 👹
    • Wow being back on pavement feels so freaking good
    Pavement so good
    • Thinking about what I was thinking about yesterday. I was listening to Green Light by Lorde. That song always makes me think about the green light at the end of the drop in The Great Gatsby. I’ve always been fascinated by that green light. I don’t know what it is about it—the hope for something, the promise that something is out there for you, the act of yearning? That’s what made me start thinking earlier about why I’m so fascinated by movies. Maybe it’s genetic. My dad also loves movies
    • Lately I’ve been having a lot of ideas for my post-grad life at Berkeley. I want to host weekly movie nights at my apartment. Hopefully I’ll have a good group going; it’s fluid, people come the weeks where they can. Like a movie club equivalent of book clubs (why hasn’t someone invented this already). I really just want to watch good movies with people and have a good discussion about it afterward. Most of the time when you watch a movie with a big group, the laughing and chatting and unseriousness often diminishes the value of the movie. It’s usually in the context of hanging out and chilling, so usually you end up watching some stupid stilly funny movie, not a serious work of art. And most people are not very interested in this discussion aspect afterwards
    • In this craving for discussion I listened to a podcast on Pulp Fiction for two hours yesterday while biking, which we had watched the night before. I understand its hype; It’s definitely one of the top movies I’ve ever watched
    • It also got me thinking about how cool it would be to make a movie. There are a couple things I’ve always thought would be cool to do, perhaps in my gap year before Berkeley. They’re not actually realistic because I don’t actually have the skillset for any of them, but I’d love to make a movie, be on the set of a fashion week, learn to surf in Thailand, bartend in Europe, etc. These are all alternate life paths I could have lead—not something I want to do permanently (I don’t think I would actually be satisfied) but lives I wish I could experience. But I can’t squish all these lives into one gap year. Hopefully my life isn’t going to end after this gap year, hopefully at other points in my life I can screw off and do all these things
    • I’m excited to write this blog. Hopefully my thoughts make sense. Hopefully I can hear the audio in these voice recordings. I’ve been thinking about this blog idea for a while because I’m seriously curious about what I actually think about while biking. I have a feeling it’s a small repetitive circular list of topics
    • I’m seriously rawdogging* this ride. I can’t listen to anything because I’m recording all these voice memos. Endless highway in an endless desert, biking alone without even music in my ears… just me and my thoughts
    • Am I ever going to get enlightened? I was planning on going on this 10-day silent Vipassana meditation retreat that my parents and aunt have done in the hopes of reaching some kind of enlightenment, but if I haven’t done much thinking even with 75 days alone with my thoughts, maybe it’s over for me
    • Maybe enlightenment is something you realize you achieved in hindsight? In hindsight, I have become more enlightened over these last four years: I care less about things, things piss me off less, I’m generally more go-with-the-flow, I’m less anal about minor things, I’ve realized some things aren’t worth arguing over
    • Rest stop is in sight. I bet we’re going to talk about how bad this sand portion was

    The rest stop was like every other rest stop we’ve had in the last week: on the side of Highway 50, sitting on the ground of the shoulder, trying and failing to find a patch of shade from the car because the sun is usually almost directly overhead, slurping on Nate’s big drinks haul, and pretty brief.

    • This rest stop I had an Arizona iced tea, a handful of nuts, and an Orea thin. Already thinking about how excited I am for my next lemon iced tea at the next rest stop
    • It was a slow process to convert everyone to this sugary drink lifestyle. Drew was our fearless pioneer with his four daily Pepsis
    • How much personal money am I spending on this trip? If I thought on campus, it was easy to justify a $7 Blue Bottle Nola because I was having a bad day and needed a pre-midterm treat, biking 80 miles makes it 10x easier to justify spending $11 on various drinks throughout the day
    • I thought Nevada is a flat desert, but there are mountains in the distance everywhere I look. Even the word Nevada looks like mountains. Apparently Nevada is actually the most mountain-ious state in the US!
    • Thinking about how endless this road is. Because there is nothing there, the visibility is crazy: you can see the road more than fifteen miles into the distance, which makes it seem even more endless. Just going to be biking on here, the whole day, endlessly… Yellow flowers along the edges of the highway, sagebrush everywhere in the distance… Sorry Sarah, I’ve officially decided my least favorite state…
    • It’s actually surprising how populated the US is. It seems more natural that there would be nothing for 75 miles until we reach tonight’s destination than having gas stations and parks and churches and small towns every 30 miles like on the east coast
    • For being “The Loneliest Road in America”, Highway 50 in Nevada isn’t actually that lonely. There has to be some traffic, I suppose, for being the only road connecting the cities we are passing through. Our loneliest stretches were probably in Utah
    • What makes someone fast at biking? Do you just have to put more effort in? I’ve gotten faster organically throughout the trip but I’m plateauing now. Probably because most days I’ve never cared to put that much effort in while biking
    • Lemon iced tea 💭
    • I feel kind of crazy. I’ve just been talking to myself into the voice memo app of my phone all day
    • I have so many peopole I was supposed to call. I was supposed to become a caller this summer. I really started slacking off on that mission once the service got spotty and I discovered audiobooks. Audiobooks are nice because you can just turn your brain off and listen. It gets tiring to talk on call, especially trying to talk loud enough so that the person I’m calling can hear me over the wind. But every time I do call someone I miss, I remember why people call each other and catch up
    • I don’t know why calling is such a high activation energy task for me, like replying to my texts
    • I seriously need to start inviting people to this end-of-spokes party. The Partiful is looking mad empty. It’s only eight days away (!!)
    • I wish I was home for longer than 24 hours. I’m flying back to Boston literally the night after we bike into SF for Camp Kesem, a yearly summer camp I help run for kids facing a parent’s cancer
    • Hopefully I’ll be a good camp counselor, especially since I have more of a leadership role this year at Kesem. This fear always creeps in every August before camp
    • Will camp feel less exhausting this year, now that I’ve done this for 75 days? Surely nothing will be as exhausting as this trip. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything exhausting for this long. I’ve definitely had finals seasons that are way more exhausting, but it’s only for a week or two and then I go home and do nothing for a bit
    • I want to go home and do nothing for a month. But I fear that my parents and everyone they know will just think I’m a bum, even though I’m resting. Sometimes I get jealous of my many friends that have gotten to just rest this summer, to just chill and be a bum at home
    • That’s what I did the summer before college. I think about that beautiful summer sometimes. I can never really conjure in my memory what exactly I did all day in those three months, but I just remember I was happy. I did nothing super useful and life was good. What a privilege it was to be a bum
    • Lemon iced tea 💭
    As some kind of cosmic alignment we found this big bottle of iced tea on the side of the highway
    • Maybe I should drink more water. I am probably dehydrated if I keep thinking about lemon iced tea all the time
    • Very windy. I don’t think the voice memo audio will come out very well
    • Glad it’s mostly flat today, except for a big climb at the end. Which will be buns!!
    • How many of these thoughts should I write verbatim in my blog, and how interesting would that actually be?
      • [I ended up including pretty much all of them, and they are all pretty much verbatim]
    • I don’t even know who still reads these blogs. Are they still interesting now that there’s 67 of them? Day 67 of the same day every day: we wake up, we do some rest stops, then dinner, then sleep. I guess I still read them, but I read them because they are written about myself so obviously I think it’s interesting
    • Why is Drew not that far ahead of me? Is he okay?
    • Soon we are going to be at sea level. There’s only five biking days left. I should probably be enjoying them more than I am
    • I can’t really think about anything profound. I’m just thinking about my lemon iced tea and the fact that I’m biking forever
    • After surviving off of 5 hours of sleep all of college, this summer really made me realize how important sleep is. Ran on willpower and caffeine for the last four years
    • I’ve had a lot of boogers in my nose in Nevada. My nose and lips have been super dry in the desert
    • Going to invite lots of people to the party tonight. Going to text many people back tonight
    • So many people I want to call and catch up with before this trip ends. Though this is making me realize that I’m not the only problem. My friends haven’t been calling me either
    • My best friend Ria is probably moving into her NYC apartment right now. I want to go to New York after Camp Kesem just to see Ria, but I feel like I’ll be so tired. I want to do nothing but lie in my bed for a week. Watch some shows, maybe. Except now I’m 22 years old, so it’s kind of like wow, everyone else is getting jobs but your daughter is at home being a bum? Not a good look for my parents
    • I wonder what my teammates are doing right now. I wonder what they are thinking about. I always ask them what they are thinking about in a given moment
    • One of my main thought topics while biking is envisioning my post-grad life at Berkeley. Honestly I don’t really think about the actual PhD research part; I think a lot more about the hobbies I want to have, how my first ever apartment will look, the events I want to host (like Movie Night Wednesdays), who I might want to live with… just unserious things. It’s easier to daydream about the concrete idea of going to Berkeley instead of my unplanned gap year before it because I have some structure to dream off of. When I think of my gap year, it’s more in the sense of still being kind of like wow I’m really just taking a year off
    • Another major thought topic is what I will be doing right after Spokes ends, like going to Camp Kesem, the errands I need to run while back in Boston and which of my friends I will get to see, etc.
    • Yet a third regular thought is how I’m no longer a college student, which usually queues a flashback to the very vivid memory of my last night on campus, crying to Ribs in the middle of the Number Six dance floor saying goodbye to my closest people, with everyone who had made my college experience in one room, and finally going to bed at 3 AM before waking up at 6 to drive down to DC and start Spokes. That feeling… it’s crazy how strongly you can feel about anything
    • Sometimes I think, why am I feeling so many feelings? Why am I so nostalgic about everything? The truth is that you can only ever experience things once. It’s not just that I’ll never experience college again, but anything I’ve ever experienced I can’t experience again. But I would go insane if I felt nostalgic about everything; I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the next moment. So when and how do you decide to move on? What’s moving on and what’s forgetting? I don’t want to forget about college, all the people I met and the things I did and how I felt and how every single feeling felt like such a big deal, because I was 19 and I was experiencing nothing that had ever happened in my life before
    • Is this too vulnerable for the internet
    • I think about my personal queen of oversharing on the internet, writer and internet personality Mackenzie Thomas. It’s kind of awesome to read all her thoughts on her Substack I follow
    • I got into Substack to get away from Instagram, so in the mornings I started reading random Substack articles instead of scrolling on reels. I feel at peace with my relationship with Instagram now so it definitely worked. Now I’ve upgraded even further because I read our team blogs on the toilet seat instead. Again obviously I am biased but everyone on the team is such a good writer, but in a different way. In my opinion:
      • Caroline is Most Detailed
      • Carmen is Most Reflective
      • Tatiana is Most Wholesome
      • Nate is Most Funny
      • Drew is Best Writer
      • Nunu is Most Creative
    • I wish I could keep blogging during my gap year. I don’t know when I would have time to write it because this seriously takes forever, or who would even read it because I doubt my real life content will be as interesting as this summer, but I love the idea of having a record of my thoughts and experiences at a given time of my life, and I want to remember all things that happen to me
    • That’s the idea of my next blog, actually, which is a century on the last full biking day of Spokes. I’m going to write about 100 things I never want to forget about Spokes, and therefore I will never forget them
    • Thinking about blogs, my epic poem blog hasn’t dropped yet. I surprised myself by actually writing the whole thing as a poem, and by cranking it out in a day. I never thought I was a creative person, but over the years, I think I’ve both become more creative and broadened my definition of whatever creative means
    • All these cars probably think I’m looking very cool, biking no-handed. I have this thought a lot, which is such a stupid thought to think about what oncoming cars thing. Still I think it’s cool, to finally unlock no hands
    • I think about biking with my dad on the weekend when I’m in grad school, and afterwards maybe we will get some nice brunch somewhere in Berkeley downtown
    • I really loved Berkeley downtown when I visited, bright and sunny and everyone walking around in Birks. Honestly it convinced me to pick Berkeley
    • Oh I need to reply to my Berkeley professor’s email…
    • I have so many emails to reply to. How much of a valid excuse is this cross-country bike trip? Can I just reply to everything at the end?
    • It’ll be nice to have my weekends free as a grad student. I have this vision of myself going to yoga class on Sunday mornings, walking around in some cute yoga outfit I don’t currently own with my rolled up yoga mat slung around my shoulder
    • Wow all those motorcycles just waved to me. I love waving. It’s so cute. And then they wave back! These random people. It’s so freaking cute
    • Back to my vision. After yoga maybe I’ll go to some nice coffee shop. Maybe they’ll know me, maybe I’ll be a regular there. Maybe I would’ve found my go-to, my THE coffee shop. And I’ll read my book for a couple hours, for as long as I want. It’s going to be a beautiful life
    • I daydream about Berkeley a lot, because A) I love daydreaming and B) Berkeley is the next very concrete thing in my life. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing during my gap year, so it’s hard to day dream about
    • Nate just accepted my co-host request for the end of Spokes party Partiful! I really hope it goes well. I’ve never organized a party on such a massive scale. Even though it’s just a title thing, I’m glad that the rest of the team are Partiful co-hosts. It makes me feel a little less like this entire thing is solely my responsibility
    • Wow there’s a car flying through some dust road and you can see its dust tracks for miles and miles
    • I think a lot about this quote from one of our hosts at a church in Kansas who said that he felt claustrophobic anytime he left Kansas, because in Kansas you can see in all directions for miles and miles and miles. It’s crazy how much you can see when it’s all flat, and it’s crazy how rarely we get to be in such flat empty places. There’s roads in Nevada that you can see 15 miles out on the road, like you can see the next rest stop, and it takes you an hour to reach there
    • There’s really something special about how grand and vast it is. I forget to appreciate the beauty of it all. I’m busy thinking about how I’m biking
    • There’s all these metal sticks lining the entire highway
    • Oh they’re reflector lights
    • And every so often they have a mile marker along the highway. I don’t understand why you’d need to label every single mile of the highway, but it’s really useful for biking. I don’t have to keep checking my Garmin, which makes me feel I’m just counting down the miles, which is not a good feeling. So I just pretend the route is infinte
    • More motorcycles waving. I feel like I’m part of the in group. I’m a biker
    • I wish I was home because all my dad’s best friends are there for this wedding and they’re all having a good time. They’re so fun. I love hanging out with my dad’s friends. Well I love being jobless in general, and my dad barely ever does jobless things unless someone like a friend from India is visiting. His best friends went to the huge shopping outlet in Gilroy this weekend, and Carmel-By-The-Sea, and Big Sur, which are all jobless things I’m always trying to convince my family to do. My parents are serious people, though. They go to work, and then they come home and work some more. On the weekend there’s other work to be done, like fixing this and that around the house. It’s a serious life
    • I don’t know how long I can keep living such an unserious life. WTF am I doing, biking in the middle of nowhere Nevada. Yesterday I slept on the asphalt parking lot of a church in the middle of the desert in a sleeping bag, and I listened to the goodbye song we sang at the end of outdoor science camp in 5th grade. More on this later
    • How must it feel to drive one of these 18-wheelers? Is it even more boring than this? Probably. Damn. And where are they going? What are they doing?
    • In the beginning of this trip I felt a lot more curious about my surroundings and the people I was meeting. I’m a little bit sad that I feel too accustomed and tired now to super deeply and mindfully and seriously interact with and get to know the stories of our hosts and other strangers on the road. I understand what one of our hosts back in Virginia (shoutout Dirk and Crissy) meant when they told us how refreshing it was to see us so energetic about everything at the start of our trip because usually they host Stanford Spokes at the very tail of their journey, where they (and we) are now more focused on winding down and sleeping
    • How is the sky so empty?? There’s absolutely nothing in the sky except the moon still out
    • Last night we saw the most vivid stars of this trip so far, since most of Nevada is a Dark Sky Zone. I was thinking about how in the olden days, they didn’t know what stars actually were. They believed that they were holes from heaven, which actually makes sense. Now that we know the science behind it, does it make stars less magical or even more magical? Knowing that while they might not be windows into heaven, this is light literally coming to us from light years away, that each star has their own planets orbiting them
    • Last night we also discussed the common question that comes up when looking at the stars: if we believed aliens existed. Nate had a good point yesterday, which I’ve never thought about. In the grand scheme of things, all 14 billion years of the universe, humans only have and will exist for the tiniest fraction of time. Even if the lucky circumstances responsible for the evolution of intelligent life existed in other planets, it’s even more unlikely that they exist in any overlapping time frame as us
    • Humans will probably be around for what, like 100,000 years total?
    • What species has been around the longest? Probably some kind of tree or bacteria. How would you even classify that though, because wouldn’t the species evolve in that timeframe into some new species?
    • I want to watch the new Spider-Man movie. I keep thinking about how it’s like the story of my life, which I know is very self-centered, but hear me out. In the last film, Peter Parker, Ned, and MJ got into MIT, and the film came out at the same time I got into MIT, and now that I just graduated MIT, Ned and MJ just graduated MIT too. My brother said the movie was very good yesterday
    • He is not picking up my call now
    • I don’t think this blog will be very interesting, but I am too committed now. My brother always said that I tell really boring stories, with way too many details nobody cares about
    • These flies are so bold. You can literally touch them and they still won’t move
    • Interesting how the highway is slightly raised off the ground, like if you fall off the highway, you fall down a small slope
    • How long will it take for my butt to feel normal after Spokes? How long will I have these chafing rashes on my butt? Why are these seats so uncomfortable, even on Day 67?
    • It’s kind of beautiful I’m blogging on Day 67. And it’s my mom’s birthday
    • I’m going to have to listen to these insanely long and boring voice memos while I write my blog. Maybe I’ll do that on my driver day. I’m excited for my driver day. I’ve had to bike all the worst days of this trip; I’ve never missed any extremely buns days as driver. This time, though, I’m missing the bike into Tahoe up the Sierras, which I hope is buns. Not that I want it to be buns for the rest of the team. I just want it to be a good day to skip. Maybe that’s evil
    • I wish I could record my thoughts with electrodes from my brain or something. I’m getting sick of talking. The issue is that I’m thinking about things all the time, hence talking all the time. I don’t understand how some people aren’t stream-of-consciousness thinkers. I actually know a lot of people in my life that aren’t thinking a lot, most of them guys. I don’t understand how you can just think about nothing
    • My answer to “if you could have a superpower what would it be?” always used to be mind reading. I’m just so nosy, I want to know what people are thinking about, so I can understand them. I do see how this could backfire though; I wouldn’t want to know if someone hated me or thought I was ugly or something
    • Should I do a butt break now or should I thug it out to the rest stop? There’s a hill coming up; maybe I’ll do a butt break at the top of the hill. But the hill is actually really far away. Distances are so deceiving here
    • Probably my most realistic blog, just extremely boring, thinking about boring things. That’s the real Spokes life. And I’m going to miss this. Is it too early to think about Spokes ending?
    • I want to go to a chiropractor at the end of this. I want him to pull me and everything cracks and stretches out
    • How do you do a low sugar but still high carb diet? I guess you need savory snacks. Surely just stuffing your face with Cheez-Its is also not good for you. Also the idea of chewing dry crackers and all is so unappealing, compared to drinking lemon iced tea. Except Wheat Thins. Is the current state of our diet inevitable?
    • Nevada has to be the most mind-numbing stretch. Just nothing for miles. But I should find the beauty in it, I guess, since I’ll never experience this again
    • I wonder where all these cars are going
    • How is it going to feel at the end? At the Golden Gate, at this party?
    • I forgot to ask my friend Albert if the team could shower in his apartment before the party
    • Not sure how self-centered it is to be throwing ourselves a party
    • I want to throw a lot of parties when I have my own apartment. I’ll be making lots of Partifuls. What a great app
    • Surely the rest stop is not that much further after this hill
    • I hope they found a place to pull over for the rest stops. There’s not a lot of Google Maps street view in this area, so I just estimated where the highway pullouts are when making the rest stops last night
    • My phone’s battery is draining a lot faster with these voice memos. I’ll need to use Carmen’s portable charger again. How is her portable always charged and she’s always willing to let me use it? I can’t believe I brought two portables on this trip, and one is lost and one doesn’t work anymore
    • I’m seeing a mirage that our SAG car is coming up in the distance, but I think it might just be a black spot next to the highway
    • There’s a huge wildfire near Austin, which is where we are going today. I wonder if we will see the wildfire smoke soon
    • OMG REST STOP!! I love when I think the rest stop is super far away because I can’t see it in the distance, but all of a sudden I look right and it’s right there

    Nothing special to report at the rest stop once again. Nunu and I biked together for this next leg, so here is a recap of our conversation of our joint thoughts (but unfortunately I can only hear my voice in the recordings):

    • What will our purpose be after this trip, if our purpose everyday isn’t to bike 70 miles anymore?
    • Both of us are bumming at home for a bit after the end of the trip. Thinking about all the big housekeeping tasks I need to do when home: clean my Mac’s disk storage, download all my MIT course content before I lose access, transfer my MIT email and Google Drive
    • What do we think we will get out of Spokes? Which reminded of us of what Kate, a Spokes 2023(?) alum said about what she left Spokes with: the notion that all these big grand adventures you hear about, you can just do them, and you can keep doing them throughout your life. You don’t have to wait for other people or for the “right” time or for any of the other reasons people give
    • It’s insane how much we can do in a day, and so much of that is because we are all high energy people. Even when I’m not feeling high energy, the rest of the team still pushes me to do things, like when Caroline and Nunu suggested stargazing even after a really buns biking day into Great Basin National Park
    • How insanely high energy Nunu is, and how even she is confused by this finding
    • How fulfillment is one of the big goals in life, which is different than having happiness as a goal. It’s very important to feel happy, but sometimes you aren’t happy even when you should be, like even when fun things and all are happening—it’s probably because you’re not feeling fulfilled
    • We have to keep this momentum through our gap year, making it a fulfilling year. I have faith, but right now it’s just faith and no plan
    • We talked about what we wish/pray for. For me, the general gist is praying for good things in my life and in the lives of the people around me, but the specific “good things” change depending on the moment. Nunu always wishes to be happy
    • Oh shoot I have been so focused on voice memos I forgot to take photos for my blog…
    • The highway mile markers reset at the county line
    • I described the Shooting Star song for Nunu, the song we sang leaving outdoor camp in 5th grade and that I played for Carmen last night. It’s a really sweet and sad song. It talks about how all these people we met and bonded with at camp are like a shooting star passing through our lives, and we can only hope that one day we can meet them again. And if we can’t ever meet them again, at least we can take solace in the fact that we can just sit and remember them sometimes
      • Please won’t you catch
      • A shooting star for me
      • And take it with you on your way
      • Though it seems like we’ve just met
      • You’re the one I won’t forget
      • Hope some kind wind blows you back my way
      • And I’ve been thinking maybe somewhere later down the road
      • After all our stories have been told
      • I’ll sit and think of you
      • The dear friend I once knew
      • Shot through my life like a shooting star.
    • Maybe I’ll play this song in Tahoe, if the moment is right. Lots of talking about the bonding things we want to do in Tahoe
    • It’s crazy how our teammates know such an intimate part of ourselves
    • Last semester for my Producing Podcasts class final project, my best friend Albert and I sat with a booth in Boston Commons and had random strangers passing by be guests on our podcast, all for the glory of $1. We had such a cute wholesome experience and such interesting conversations with people of all ages that I’ve thought a lot about doing it again, maybe in SF or Berkeley this time. If you want to listen to it:
    • What should we eat at this next rest stop?

    Maybe really nothing notable happened at this rest stop, maybe I’ve forgotten the details from a month ago. Anyway,

    • At the last rest stop I knew I was climbing 2000 feet the next 10 miles. I was not looking forward to it. Tummy hurting. Feeling extremely hot. Dehydrated. Everything dry, face so dry. Onset of a slight headache, perhaps. And already 60 miles done. Now climbing 2000 feet. I was not excited. So? I used a cheat code.
    • I already cheated on this alone-with-my-thoughts only thinking day. I called my mom because of course, it’s her birthday, and then my dad called me. This time I distracted myself from the oncoming mountain with my audiobook, Intermezzo by Sally Rooney
    • When we first started into Nevada, I realized how quiet the road is. There isn’t much wind in the desert, and there are hardly any cars whizzing by on The Loneliest Road in America, and so I could finally listen to a serious audiobook off my ever-growing notes app reading list instead of Percy Jackson / Heroes of Olympus. I already told you what it’s about, two brothers grieving after the loss of their father, their relationship with each other, and their relationships with the women in their lives. I really enjoy listening to the scenes of them interacting with one another, painting a portrait of their relationship, and I’m getting less and less interested in their romantic lives, which are progressing extremely slowly. Which maybe is the point of the book. Real life romances develop slowly
    • I’m trying to remember what I found interesting in the book to tell you because that’s what I was thinking about at that time. The part of the book I just ended on was a scene where the two brothers just met for dinner. They were talking about how there was a time in both of their lives where they were triumphant. They were winning a lot. They were on a winning streak. For the brother who is 32, it was when he was in college. For the brother who is 22, it was when he was in high school. They thought their life would always be like that. Just winning.
    • I feel like I’m winning at life right now. I’ve been on a huge winning streak. I’ve gotten everything I wanted out of college. But… I don’t know how long you can keep a winning streak. Maybe too depressing of a thought for this climb
    • Three miles left, 681 feet of elevation. And there will be a part 2 of the climb as well
    • Very grateful I get to bike into the sunset at least
    • I wonder who is reading my blogs. How much do they know about me? Do they know all these things I am thinking a lot? There are definitely a few people in my life that always know what I’m thinking about. It is very lucky to be known in that way.
    • Another thing from the book that stood out to me. At the end of the dinner, they got into a huge argument. The younger brother told the older one that he hated him, that he always hated him. The older brother sighed and replied that he knows. Then the younger one stood up from the table and walked out of the restaurant
    • The reason Ivan (the younger one) hated him was because he never thought of Ivan as an equal. When do you start thinking of your younger sibling as an equal? Maybe after college? When my brother is working a job, and I’m still jobless in grad school? I can’t believe that one day he’ll be earning more money than me. I guess he already is. I’m earning nothing this summer and it’s his first summer earning money
    • Should I finish my emergency bike Pop Tart by the end of this climb? Every time I eat a Pop Tart now, I think of what Nate said, that he can’t imagine eating this as like a normal person for breakfast, just uncooked flour and icing. Seventy grams of carbs. It only makes sense in the context of biking and needing an insane amount of carbs
    • Looking back to check for Tatiana as I’ve done 10 times
    • Feeling like a snail today. Or turtle, slow and steady or whatever. I’m not feeling any motivation or incentive to go fast
    • I wonder where these motorcyclists are going. I wonder how hard it is to drive a motorcycle. I think I would be competent enough to do it, I would just be a coward probably be competent enough to do it
    • It is going to be 100+ degrees tomorrow…
    • Out of the blue I’ve really been dreaming about going to the beach. And eating Chipotle, after Nate brought the fact that Chipotle exists back into my consciousness today. Oh god how I’ve missed Chipotle
    • I never mentioned it in the blogs but I was vegetarian since I was 10, until this summer
    • Thinking about where I should take my next butt break on this climb. Can I make it to those far away telephone poles?

    Tatiana caught up to me at this point, giving me another teammate feature on the thoughts blog! Again unfortunately only my audio got picked up in the voice memo, so I will try to infer what happened in this conversation that has now taken place over a month ago…

    • Tatiana is thinking about Wai and Aina, the farm in Kauai that we worked on together during IAP of our junior year. One of her friends that she recommended it to is there right now on a post-grad trip!
    • I was thinking about Isaac the other day, one of the people who was working on the farm when we were there. Tatiana said he started some job in Washington or something? Can’t really hear the rest of what she said
    • Tatiana left her emergency bike Pop Tart at the rest stop and was feeling extremely sad about it. She tried to wave Nate (driver) down as he drove past her but I told her it probably just looked like she was waving him hi. Good thing I still had half of mine to share
    • I can’t believe nobody else on the team stops on their climbs. Tatiana and I both looove taking breaks on the climb
    • Tatiana asked me a bit about the logistics of my Thoughts Blog plan, like when I choose to start and stop the voice memos and what I choose to record and stuff. It’s been an interesting experience to just talk to myself all day
    • I love dribbling water all over my mouth because my mouth is so dry
    • Can’t even enjoy this nice downhill separating part 1 and part 2 of the climb because part 2 of the climb is just climbing everything we will fly down
    • I have black stuff in my water bottle. This dirty life is nice, but it’s kind of getting old. I’m excited to live a clean life. After Spokes.
    • Second night in a row without laundry where we’re staying. Definitely need to hand-wash my bib
    • Hopefully at least the stars will be pretty camping tonight
    • How does this random stuff get here on the side of the highway? Like these random tire scraps?
    • I asked Tatiana about her views on swearing, because I was thinking about all the expletives in our conversation I will have to remove for this blog. She thinks it’s funny sometimes, and it’s a way to creatively express strong emotions, but sometimes it’s definitely unnecessarily vulgar. It’s so interesting how we’ve decided some words are bad words. We need words to express high levels of strong emotion, which probably evolved into some words being really rude. I guess it’s similar to how we also don’t say the words “I love you” flippantly, either.
    • I asked Tatiana if she’s ever hated anyone. She said no. She said that she’s really disliked people, but never hated
    • Tatiana was thinking about what we are going to do all of our pads. Nunu bought an absurd number of pads at the start of the summer for the five girls on the trip: NINE boxes. She planned for almost a box per period. Very conservative calculations. We’ve used maybe a fifth of them, and we have a week left of Spokes
    • This is not even mentioning all the tampons we have, since pads actually exponentially increase chafing while biking. My accomplishment of the summer is getting pretty good at tampons. In, out. No big deal
    • I’ve been thinking about all the words I have to describe this summer. Tampon Summer, Venmo Summer (Tatiana didn’t have Apple Pay all summer so I’d pay and she’d Venmo. Balance has never been this big), Cheez-Its Summer (the one day 1 snack nobody on the team has gotten tired of), Iced Tea Summer, Chopped Summer for sure, Water Summer, Sunblock Summer (Tatiana says she’s never applied sunblock this religiously in her life, which is crazy because she’s insanely white. Apparently she just gets burned all the time). A lot of unique things this summer that I’ll never experience again. Sleeping On the Floor on Sleeping Pads Summer. Butt Sores Summer. Headwind Summer.
    • Some screaming from both of us going up (or down?) the hill
    • We both keep thinking about exiting this chopped era after Spokes. I’ve been thinking about my big hair chop. Tatiana’s excited to get her legs waxed and nails done. Any color but pink, she says, because her nails are already pink
    • I’ve been thinking about the insane night out I’m going to have once I’m finally unchopped and in NYC. Once I was calling my friend Emily and it was pride in NYC and every single one of my friends was there. I asked her what the weekend plans were and it was hang out hang out go out go out hang out hang out… that should have been my life. Not climbing up some mountain in Nevada
    • But we both did agree that although wildly different than the usual hanging out / going out we default to on a free day, we really are equally happy getting to experience the country with our Spokes lifestyle, which made me think about this admittedly corny Tumblr post I once saw on Instagram
      • “an author i love just tweeted about how ‘big joy and small joy are the same’ and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.”
    • We stopped for a butt break and I thought about how one day, very soon, I will never have to get on a saddle again. And one day, I will be eating real food again. I can’t believe we eat one meal a day (dinner)
    • Tatiana was about to ask Nate to drive back because she had less than half a bottle of water left, which turned into a long discussion about how little sense that made and how to optimize the rest of our joint water supply by, for example, putting the ice she has left in her uninsulated plastic bottle so it melts
    • Thinking about The Lorax. Good movie
    • I asked her what is the movie she has watched the most, which is Now You See Me, which happens to also be her favorite movie. She likes it because it has puzzles, and she likes puzzles, to which I replied that sometimes she says things and I think wow, that’s something a little kid would say. She told me that despite being friends for four years, she only recently found out that it’s one of her best friends Ava’s favorite movie too. She gave Ava five options of things they could do for Ava’s birthday, and selfishly slipped in watching Now You See Me 3 as one of them because she really wanted to go see its premiere, which is the option that Ava very enthusiastically picked, which is how she found this out. It’s a good movie, sure, but favorite movie is kind of insane
    • The four guys on the two hour podcast on Pulp Fiction I listened to yesterday were talking about how Pulp Fiction was their all-time movie, like they can remember the first time they watched it and thought, “Holy sh**. This is my favorite movie.” Which launched us into a conversation about favorites and how we decide them, a phenomenon I’ve thought about a lot but never have been able to describe until Tatiana said it perfectly. Favorites are like something you slowly unlock as you grow older and experience more of the things of the world. Like your first unlock is something easy, like color. Tatiana’s latest unlock is artist: she saw a Monet exhibit and decided that now she has a favorite artist. (This led me to remember the time we played a trivia game at Easter and she panicked and said that The Starry Night was painted by Da Vinci or something and then her boyfriend and opponent Noah also panicked and said no it’s Picasso)
    • When I first locked down my favorite color as red, it just felt right. Obviously I’ve technically had a favorite color for years: in the beginning I think it was yellow because my room is painted yellow and apparently I chose that at 5 years old; then for a long time it was blue, a very safe default; then in high school it was yellow and brown (this was the color scheme of these corny collages I made for my room and the blog website I had); then coming into college it was green. Then finally, junior fall, I locked in red. It was decided on the objective best day of my life to-date. I was in Maine on retreat for my floor (shoutout B1) when I saw my best friend Ria paddling on the lake behind the Airbnb in a bright red canoe and I thought Wow. Red is my favorite color. And then I wrote a poem about the color red for Prof. Joshua Bennett’s poetry workshop I was taking that semester. I don’t think I’ll change it ever again. Blue and yellow never felt as right as red does
    • Tatiana has a favorite tree, the crepe myrtle. She chose it in high school
    • I like that I have a favorite poem, From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee (Tatiana also agreed that she liked that I had a favorite poem). I read it in that same poetry class, and I read it aloud to the team once as we bit into the juiciest peaches I’d ever had from a peach stand on the side of the road, pitstopping into our ride through Palisade, CO, because I felt that we were experiencing in that moment exactly what he was talking about in this poem. It’s like he wrote that poem about our day.
    • I really enjoyed going to the theater to watch The Odyssey. It made me feel like this is our small hometown, walking in sweats to the local movie theater, just five old friends. Tatiana’s parents are actually watching it at this very moment. It’s such an epic movie; it really deserves to be seen in theaters. Drew was saying that it’s even better on IMAX. It’s crazy that Drew’s read The Odyssey. I was telling him about some Percy Jackson plotline and he told me if it’s not Homer he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. He’s so well read, our Drew
    • It’s crazy how much BS we can talk. If you kept Tatiana and I together we could just keep talking forever probably. Which is why we’re best friends, I guess
    • Why am I lowkey getting really into burgers? I’ve really liked all the burgers we’ve had. We’re probably going to have another burger tonight, and I’m not mad about it. I’m sick of all our snacks and lunch sandwiches and even slightly sick of Mexican food, but not of burgers. Tatiana’s liked most of the burgers too, but she wouldn’t say she’s looking for another one. She wants a dish with rice, but what kind of dish with rice would we be getting at the ONE restaurant in Austin, Nevada?? Sure, in an ideal world I would love to be eating some chaat on the streets of Bombay right now, but… I’m in Austin, Nevada. This led us to start talking about all the food we wish we could have, including shrimp, Chipotle, Sweetgreen, ramen, and sushi
    • Why did they decide to put the city AFTER this huge hill? Eureka, NV was also right after a big climb. If Nevada was populated westward, wouldn’t it make more sense to set up camp and put the city before the big hill? Tatiana offered maybe it was to protect from invaders, which doesn’t really make sense but okay
    • The mountains all around us are so barren. It’s just brown. Pure dirt. Apparently we are in a national forest though; not sure what kind of forest has no trees
    • I still think about how I biked out of Zion in 107 degree heat with a fever. It was probably the worst I’ve ever felt on a ride. Biking into Kansas City will always remain a top contender for worst biking day ever, but at least I didn’t think I was going to throw up every five minutes. It was really sweet how supported I felt that day though. Drew kept making comments and jokes about how fast I was going (Chuggasaurus Rex), Nate kept asking if I was okay because I was breathing so hard, Nunu was also making sure I was good. Since Tatiana was the driver that day, I was the slowest, so I was in charge of setting pace to make sure we all stuck together in the dangerously high heat. We were biking sooooo fast, mainly because I didn’t want to slow everyone down out of my own ego. At some point I literally thought I needed to stop to throw up on the side of the road, but I felt like I couldn’t stop because everybody was behind me. Peer pressure is a magnificent thing
    • Right now I don’t feel any pressure, and what’s happening is that we’re taking five minute rest stops on the side of the road. Tatiana is really not into the peer pressure. She’s totally fine just doing her own thing; biking alone is better than feeling like she’s slowing someone down or stressing about whether she’s keeping up. I agree with her, especially if I’m listening to audiobooks or something it doesn’t really matter that someone isn’t biking alongside me
    Said rest stop
    • Nate once said that if he crossed the whole country and didn’t feel like he pushed himself, he would not feel accomplished. On the other hand we both admitted that neither of us have really been pushing ourselves (“it’s not like we’re racing the Tour de France or something”) but we still feel accomplished as hell…
    • I’ve never before in my life felt that I HAVE to eat, like even if I don’t feel like eating, I just need to eat for sustenance. Usually this is a perfect scenario (crazy cardio + no appetite), but I’ve heard bonking (running out of glycogen reserves) is the deadliest sin of biking and worth avoiding at all costs, so… Tatiana said she can’t think too hard about the fact that she’s eaten four slices of cake today, including for breakfast. I told her as driver to please get some NEW snacks tomorrow for our century of death (I just cannot understand why we buy the same snacks every single day) and that I would give my left kidney for some fruit for breakfast instead of another Nature Valley bar. She offered we could always go back to eating sandwiches instead of snacks all day. Yes, the sandwich made from bread that has been smushed around in the car, smeared with mayo that has been in our barely-cool cooler for seven weeks and a slice of cheese wet from the melted ice that seeps into the cheese pack, topped off by sticking our fingers in some pickled onion jar. Then eat it on the side of Highway 50 in 100 degree heat..
    • We realized how quickly our conversation had divulged into a complaining fest
    • Which wasn’t helped by the realization that tonight’s campsite only has cold showers. The lady in charge told me they have one tank of hot water for the entire campsite
    • Tatiana thinks of climbs in terms of 0.1 miles, a unit she can complete in less than a minute. Ten miles is 100 of those, so she can count each percent going by, which is a comforting thought for her. I thought the exact opposite, that counting each 0.1 is so agonizing, that thinking about doing 100 of anything sounds so horrible. It’s interesting the different mental tricks everybody on the team uses to get through their toughest moments
    • We discussed who we thought the strongest soldier on our team was. Tatiana immediately said Carmen, citing “have you ever seen her complain a single time?” I thought it was Nate, because I can’t believe he went back and finished the ride the day we SAG-ed because of the wildfire. If you really think about it though, all five of them are pretty strong soldiers, pushing through dog bites and rock slides and insane chafing. Everyone except for Nate and Carmen have been in accidents/injuries bad enough to get in the car. Nate did cut his foot though, which is actually pretty bad but he never makes a big deal of it
    • Tatiana said she would try to get me new reflectors for my tire. I’ve never noticed the reflectors actually making a difference on anyone’s tires
    • More talk about the food we want to eat post-Spokes. I said an iced Nola from Blue Bottle; Tatiana said a sea salt shaker from Cicada (spoiler: I went to Cicada literally first thing in the morning on my first full day back in Cambridge)
    • More talk about all the semi-trucks going by, how boring the job of a driver must be, how little they get to see their family, how they’re sacrificing being with their family to make ends meet for their family
    • Tatiana asked if my parents had ever talked to me about their paychecks. I said no. She said once, when the government shut down, she had asked what that meant and her mom told her she wouldn’t get her paycheck (she works at NASA). Not in an this-affects-us way, more in an explaining way. It’s one of our biggest privileges, to grow up never thinking about paychecks. Only during the summer we lived together in Boston and I was making a UROP salary (minimum wage doing research) did I understand what it meant to live paycheck to paycheck, to think about when your rent is due in relation to when you are getting paid
    • An Amazon Prime truck passed us. What an insane concept, to order literally anything in the world and have it delivered to your doorstep same day. And what an insane scheduler algorithm they must use
    • In a similar vein, the other day I voiced how insane it is that airports work so seamlessly, and Drew agreed that it was something he too often thought about it, and he told me about the time his dad who works at FedEx took him to the Memphis airport and he witnessed how FedEx works. Every day, every single package that needs to be overnight shipped goes to Memphis. And every night, from 1 AM to 4 AM, they sort out every single package at the Memphis airport, and send them on hundreds of planes all over the world. Even from the middle of nowhere Nevada, there’s probably a truck that can go down Highway 50 in a few hours, collect every piece of mail that needs to be shipped, and head to the nearest major airport, like Reno. It’s the kind of massive logistical problem that we never think about but someone has solved; someone did the math to check that it’s in some way more efficient to ship everything to Memphis to sort than to try to cut down on plane costs, and that Memphis makes the most sense geographically based on their package distribution. It’s not the most obvious solution
    • This reminded me of the consulting casing problems she told me she did while interview-prepping, which reminded me that her boyfriend Noah is going through the same consulting interview process right now, which made me think about how insane it would be if they became a Bain couple. (I’m realizing that apparently I think about how insane/crazy things are a lot, or at least I’ve written that phrase many times throughout this blog). I asked her how much PDA she would show at work. Probably just hugs, she said
    • I asked what were her thoughts on workplace romances. She prefers it over meeting online or something, because you already have like some shared background and values, similar financial situations and status, etc. There was a study done on how the distribution of places people meet their significant other is changing, and surprisingly, the biggest category to drop was at the office. I thought maybe it was because of the rise of remote work, but Tatiana said it was because of the increasing power of HR offices in the workforce. She is super pro meeting your S.O. at hobbies, which led us to surmise how great it is to meet your S.O. through something like Spokes (shoutout Greta and Charles) or the Hawaii farm. It makes her really happy that this farm experience she holds so dear to her heart was something she was able to share with her boyfriend Noah, who worked there this past IAP!
    • Sometimes I think of Cleo, the Spokes 2024 member who couldn’t finish the trip after breaking her arm skidding off the road, two weeks shy of the end of the trip
    • I asked Tatiana if she thinks she’ll be addicted to sugar by the end of this. Yes, but with how excited she is to eat healthy again and by being at home, she doesn’t think it’ll last long. We are both so glad our parents never let us have soda as kids so that even today I never feel like having more than a few sips. The only time we’ll get soda is the occasional Coke to split with pizza, a nostalgic combo for my dad. We’re also so grateful our parents never got us an iPad and limited our TV time as kids. I remember I only started watching TV in high school. My gateway show was Supergirl (I had to watch it for a language arts assignment or something at the end of 8th grade); Tatiana’s was Grey’s Anatomy

    We finally made it to the top of our 2000 ft climb, feeling light and happy from all our interesting conversation, where a truly breathtaking sunset awaited us. We spent some time deciding our order to send to our teammates who were already at the one restaurant in Austin, NV (shoutout Grandma’s), and then my phone promptly died. Perfect timing, because the last two miles were straight downhill into town, no voice memos needed.

    We were greeted by our most abysmal campsite yet. By campsite, I am referring to a small patch of concrete in the midst of trailers that seemed like many of the coal town’s residents lived full-time in. After getting yelled at by our neighbor for taking up too much space, we compacted all our stuff onto the tarp that we were going to put our sleeping bags on, not even bothering to setup tents. Drew, Caroline, Carmen, and Nunu were still at Grandma’s waiting on our pizzas. Nate and Tatiana were on the phone. I was outside the only shower of the campsite waiting for twenty minutes. After I finally showered, I texted Tatiana to start the shower line in hopes of keeping the bathroom colonized, and so that we could charge all our devices on the only electrical outlet of the campsite. I realized, however, that there were multiple people waiting for at least as long as I had, including the woman who yelled at us, so I took out our jungle gym of charging cables and uncolonized the shower. At this point, it was well past 9 PM and the Grandma’s gang had been waiting for two hours. Apparently there just was a single guy working there hand tossing each pizza one by one.

    This situation all makes more sense when you realize that Austin, Nevada is considered a living ghost town with a population of 167. It’s technically not even a town but an unincorporated census-designated place, meaning that it has no local government or legal boundaries—it’s just a named collection of people living in proximity. Like many towns and former towns in Nevada, it was founded during the silver rush around the time of the Civil War. Settlers flocked, its population boomed, railroads were built to connect it with the transcontinental, and by the time the railroad finished, it was all over, and the city was disincorporated in 1881. The people still left are mostly miners and ex-miners.

    I was about to hit the hay when at 10 PM, Carmen, Caroline, Nunu, and Drew came back with the pizza and a proposition. To be honest, it was more of a decided plan than a proposition, but everyone had the decency to at least pretend that Tatiana and I had the liberty of making a decision to opt-in.

    The proposition was to pack up camp, keep biking through the night as long as we could, sleep on the side of Highway 50 around 3 AM for two REM cycles, then finish the 114 mile ride into Fallon before the afternoon heat. Yes I am serious.

    It sounded genuinely insane, like something only seriously crazy people would do. The rationale: there’s another wildfire near Austin, the wind and therefore the smoke blows much harder during the day, it’s going to be over 100 degrees tomorrow so we would anyway have to do a 4 AM wakeup, we won’t get much sleep here regardless, and this campsite is so abysmal that the side of the highway wouldn’t be that much worse. Okay sure.

    We kicked into action. Tatiana, tomorrow’s driver, sped to the only gas station in Austin to pick up Red Bulls and an extra gluttonous assortment of drinks, 10 minutes till closing time (everyone is converted to Liquid Diet). Everyone else was still in their day’s biking gear, except me, who was showered in my cozy pajamas, and Nate, today’s driver. Nate got in line for the bathroom to change while Drew and Caroline held our tarp against the wall across from our campsite to create a makeshift shield I could change behind. Buttering my butt while changing into my used bib between a wall and tarp my two dear friends were holding up in a church x RV park x campsite in Austin, Nevada will remain one of the top 10 weirdest experiences of my life. We sped ate pizza and sped packed up the campsite and sped charged bike lights and sped filled water bottles. The true team feeling only comes in moments like these.

    I’m going to only transcribe selected snippets of the thoughts of the next leg of biking because I’ve spent an insane amount of time and words on this blog already and nobody is even still reading this anyway. We got Nunu and Tatiana as thought guests on the blog and now we have the whole team all biking together!

    • Lots of talking about how we feel like crazy people
    • It’s kind of creepy how there’s absolutely no civilization around us until we reach our destination, and it’s completely pitch dark without our bike lights (most of Nevada is a Dark Sky Zone)
    • Carmen’s Strava never paused so we are going to have an official record of this once in a lifetime 180 mile bike ride
    • Because of how flat it is and how bright car headlights are, Nate can see cars so far in the distance behind us that he can’t tell when to call out so we can move off the highway. The first time we tested out this very cautious system, it took a full five minutes for the car to actually reach us. Super trippy
    • Apparently we had been climbing for the last ten minutes but nobody could tell due to both the rush of adrenaline that comes with becoming a crazy person and the fact that we couldn’t see ten feet in front of us, so it was impossible to see the hill or the horizon. A surprising and very major benefit of riding in the dark. Perhaps we should be doing this every day. But what kind of host would let us just camp at their house and sleep all day
    • We tried to figure out what the lights dancing in the distance were for a very long time before realizing they were probably the wildfire
    • The night air was very cool, but we kept hitting strange pockets of hot air
    • Each time a car was passing it was like playing a game of telephone, relaying the message “CAR INCOMING” to the people in front
    • Nunu figured out why the night felt so young and fun: everything this summer had started to feel so routine, but biking through the night like this was genuinely such a novel experience, and our first novel experience in a long time. It’s like Spokesmaxxing
    • We stargazed in pieces, stealing glances at the sky while trying not to fall off the bike
    • Caroline introduced us to the world of hobby mountain biking, where you run around on trails holding handlebars attached to a front wheel. Like the people who play Quidditch running around with brooms between their legs…
    • I have four consecutive rest days coming up (learning festival, driver, rest, rest), the most probably anyone has had all summer
    • I complained about how extremely ready to hit the hay I was, all showered up, and Drew offered me his shoulder to sleep on while biking
    • “WE GOT OURSELVES A NODDER!!!”
    • I wish there was a huge TV in front of us so we could watch a movie while biking. They should put a projector screen between Drew and Caroline in front of me
    • Oh! These pockets of hot air are probably from the wildfire
    • The idea that maybe we won’t stop at the previously agreed upon min(Mile 45, 2 AM) was soft-launched…
    • Carmen is doing her Duolingo WHILE biking so that she doesn’t lose her insane 1000+ day streak
    Carmen doing Duolingo
    • Nunu feels like we’re in a simulation, like we’re on a stationary bike in the dark in some kind of 4D theater, where they’re injecting smoke! cold air! hot air! car! effects at us. Garmin beeps climb complete = they turned the climb effect off
    • Nunu apparently can’t tell Nate and I apart on the bike, to which we both feel offended but for different reasons (he keeps repeating “I’m nearly 6 feet tall”)
    • Jokes about stranding team members in the desert. Desert divorce is the new alpine divorce.
    • “WE GOT OURSELVES A NODDER!!!” So good we needed to reference it twice
    • Nunu kept riding on the right lane line of the highway that is purposefully super bumpy so that it alerts you that you’re driving into the shoulder. She said it made her feel like she’s in Subway Surfers, collecting toys and running from the police
    • I said I didn’t want to delete these voice memos even after I’m done writing for the sake of having memories. Everybody said I’m just filling my phone storage up with garbage. But secretly I’m filling my phone up with blackmail. I told everyone to say something racist. Drew said, “My name is Aarushi Mehrotra and I’m going to say the N word now”
    • We all felt very inspired by Stanford Spokes who had literally just finished their one 200 mile ride of the summer, and it only took them 20 hours!! I came back to this thought many times to keep me going. It’s so cute how I still feel connected to them, thousands of miles east of us
    • Maybe the place we’re staying at (a youth club / rec center) will have a comfy couch. Maybe they will have laundry. Maybe they will have a king bed. Maybe they will have a king bed all for me…
    • Surely the truck drivers passing by us aren’t sleepy right… surely there is a legal limit on how many hours a day they can drive…
    • Lots of complaining about the state of our saddle-bound butts. I wish I could have like five butts of cushion attached to my butt
    • We fall in and out of formation so swiftly. CAR BACK! We all immediately line up single file on the very rightmost edge of the soldier. Car passes. We all disperse in an amorphous blob, our bright front white and rear red lights flashing like a lights show, a constellation
    • Carmen is still wearing her leg sun sleeves, even in the dead of night
    • We faintly see the wildfire in the distance
    • Planning out at which rest stops to drink our Red Bulls
    • Discussion on how we would each approach the 6/12/18/24 challenge
    • I’m excited to listen to The Mark of Athena at midnight and quit this blog. I know all my readers will be so sad. They wish they could hear my thoughts for five more hours
    • And many more thoughts that I’m missing because instead of listening to the entire voice memo I’m just selecting which parts were automatically transcribed correctly, which is maybe 5% because the other 95% is just noise pollution

    Finally, we see the glorious headlights of our car Mr. K on the side of the road. At our first rest stop of the night, the clock struck midnight…. and Day 68 began. I’ll let Caroline take it from here.

    Okay that’s fourteen thousand words of thoughts. If you made it this far, here is a big kiss on the cheek 😘

    Thank you even more than always for reading,

    Aarushi

    PS: This is 328 minutes = 5.5 hours of voice memo footage.

  • Day 66: POV I’m a Bike

    Day 66: POV I’m a Bike

    Ely, NV to Eureka, NV — 79.2 mi, 4543 ft

    The state I am in is a bit hard to describe. I am having the best time of my life and seeing sights I never thought I would get to see, but at the same time, my chains haven’t been lubricated in days. My tires get pumped sometimes, but not every day. My front and back wheel axles both keep coming loose randomly, my left brake is sticky, my gears don’t always shift, and the grips on my handlebars have seen better days. I know that Tatiana loves me, but boy is this trip rough on me and all the other bikes. The loss of Drewbike was especially tough on all of us, and I feel like it’s been an adjustment for Drewbike2 to fit in, considering his hydraulic brakes and bright pink color. I’m honestly just glad we don’t have to make it back the other way!

    Regardless of how I am doing physically, my favorite part of the trip so far has been getting to see the Spokes members bond and have a magical time. Last night, I got to sleep another night in the library with the Spokes crew instead of in some shed, and I saw a few of them go crazy with laughter while working on a massive puzzle. Tatiana seemed to be going especially crazy, singing a song over and over again and even harmonizing with Drew? I’m not really sure what was going on, but maybe it isn’t meant for me to know. When the team said they were going to go watch a movie at 11 pm and still wake up at 6 am the next morning, I had a sneaking suspicion that they were being overly ambitious with their plan. Regardless, I turned in for the night, waking up only briefly when they snuck back into the library room at 1:30 am.

    In the morning, it was evidently clear that no 6 am movement was occurring, and instead, I saw the first signs of life at 8 am from Nunu and Nate, who were sleeping in the library’s office. Today is a very special day, as it is Nate’s birthday!! I had previously overheard the team’s secret plan of waking up extra early and being completely silent in the morning to celebrate Nate. All summer, he kept asking for us to play the quiet game, so I thought it was a great idea and was ready to be silent myself (though I had no faith in Tatiana), but it seemed like the morning took a different turn. When Nunu started giggling in the library’s office, and Tatiana immediately said happy birthday to Nate, I knew that the quiet game was over.

    Regardless, the team was in a great mood, largely added to by the fact that a kind woman from the White Pine County Library had brought a phenomenal tray of breakfast burritos and cinnamon rolls for the team to enjoy. While all of them were getting ready, I was still standing untouched in the corner. Instead of spending her time lubing my chains, Tatiana decided to have a gun show in the restroom. Of course, I wasn’t there, but she generously gave me this photo to include in my blog.

    Finally, at 9:40, Tatiana came up to me for the first time to refill my water bottles. I can’t complain too much, because the new pink water bottle I get to carry around is SICCKKKK! As she walked away, I noticed that the rest of the team was suspiciously taking turns writing something at one of the library tables. Of course, Nate decided to walk towards them, inches away from spoiling his birthday surprise. Tatiana very unsubtly attempted to distract him, but I do think that Nate may have seen the card they were working on.

    At 10:00, Tatiana brought me outside, and I got to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air with my bike friends. Tatiana finished packing things and putting on her sunblock, and at 10:15, we were off!

    The first stretch was longer than the team had been doing the past few days, but I was so excited because all the bikes stayed together! Usually, Tatiana tends to bike a little… slow… so I don’t get to bike with my friends, but this stretch was different! The group discussed all the blogs they wanted to write (including this one) and the plan for the Spokes end-of-trip party. Tatiana also made some calls to finally schedule her long-awaited leg waxing appointment at Lake Tahoe and called her boyfriend Noah! I feel like I get to eavesdrop on so many of Tatiana’s conversations with the team and with her family, even though most of the time it sounds like Tatiana’s family either can’t hear anything because of the wind or there is no service in the first place.

    At the first rest stop, it was time to unveil the big surprise! As I learned, the reason the first stretch was so long was to give Drew extra time to race to the grocery store and buy cake and a car full of Nate’s favorite snacks! There were Nilla Wafers, peach rings, Cheez-its, navel oranges… everything our birthday boy could dream of. The team had a hugely fun birthday celebration for Nate, consisting of an oversized party hat, a hand-decorated birthday cake courtesy of Drew which had Nate at the center of a Venn Diagram comparing cyclists and feminists, and a bunch of those birthday kazoo type things. The team also presented Nate with the birthday card and a silly magnet of a goofy woman on a bicycle. It made my bike-heart happy to see the team so joyously celebrating Nate!

    Just before getting back to the road, I heard the team making a Spokes playlist, which Tatiana would end up listening to for the rest of the day. The goal of the playlist was to capture songs from the summer that would remind the team of Spokes, and it made me nostalgic to hear Tatiana humming songs from the past two months throughout the day’s bike ride. If you’re interested, you can listen to it too! 
    https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7J8mwEkqZCYOeyR4odLpQZ?si=HXUjlnkzRkmT2k4UYcIHEw&utm_source=copy-link&pi=5KvOhV-_SFaP6

    As we set off for the second stretch, I heard Natebike behind me make a weird sound, and then for some reason Natebike and Nunubike stayed behind. I kept thinking they would pass me like usual, but 5 miles in, they were nowhere to be found. At this point, Tatiana was worried, and after a few calls I understood that Natebike’s tire had popped and that Drew would drive back to Ely for a new tire. 

    At the next rest stop, we knew that Drew would not be able to make it back in time, so I lay on the ground next to Aarushibike, Carmenbike, and Carolinebike while the four girls found shade under some heavy machinery on the side of the road. I could tell that their energy was a little bit low in the heat, but they tried to be positive, and Tatiana suddenly remembered the Rice Krispie treat she had hidden in my saddle bag.

    Eventually, the four of them decided to get back on the road again, and we finished our second big climb of the day under Nevada’s scorching sun. I could feel that Tatiana’s pedaling was starting to slow down and she seemed more exhausted than usual. When we came to the last rest stop of the day, it became evident why. Tatiana and Caroline were both feeling quite ill, possibly catching onto whatever Aarushi and Drew had been experiencing.

    Beyond the brutal heat, I also saw the Spokes team assaulted by flies, with the pesky creatures attacking all of their food and everything in sight. Drew was going especially crazy from this, since he had to drive the minivan with all of the flies trapped inside! Luckily, Nunu happened to have bought a fly swatter earlier in the trip, and Nate decided that this was the opportunity for him to wage war on the flies. See the video below for a live-action of Nate’s fly assassination attempt.

    After accepting their fate and the flies’ dominance, the team was ready for the final stretch, a 1,500 ft climb over 9 miles. I could feel Tatiana seriously struggling on this climb, forcing herself to pedal even though she felt extremely ill. At some point, Aarushi and Aarushibike noticed how tough it was going, and Aarushi started to retell another one of the Percy Jackson books to help distract Tatiana. I think it worked, because her pedaling did get faster and she started to take less frequent breaks!

    Eventually, Tatiana, Aarushi, Aarushibike, and I finished the climb, and sped through the downhill to meet up with all of my other bike friends at a gas station in the town of Eureka. The church we would stay at was 18 miles north of our route, and Drew was already unpacking the car at the church so that we could shuttle. Tatiana was in a pretty rough state, so she quickly bought an Arizona iced tea from the gas station while we waited for Drew to come back. When he arrived, he told all the bikers that he had bought pizzas for them to eat and loaded me on the back of the van for my joyride.

    As soon as we got to the church, Tatiana was ready to crash, and quickly showered, ate pizza, and hit the hay to try and recover from the illness. 

    As for me, I got to enjoy a night out under the stars, watching Carmen, Aarushi, and Nunu cowboy camp to enjoy the beautiful night sky. 

    With all my bikey-love,

    Tatianabike

  • Day 63: Romanticizing the Mundane

    Day 63: Romanticizing the Mundane

    Milford, UT to Baker, NV — 84.9 mi, 4,539 ft

    Video script:

    Today was the day we would cross into our second to last state of the whole summer, Nevada! We were biking from Milford, Utah to Baker, Nevada over 84.9 miles and 4,539 ft of elevation. I was not particularly looking forward to today’s ride since it predicted a lot of climbing and possible strong headwinds but when was I ever? To be honest, this summer has given me a love-hate relationship with biking. Because when the alarm blares at 6am I seriously feel like I want to do anything other than get out of my cozy sleeping bag and bike all day in the hot sun for what feels like forever. Then again, I just know that when the summer ends I will seriously miss this crazy lifestyle we’re living.

    With no choice but to bike, we all geared up, said our goodbye’s to our driver of the day, Bacon, and then were off. I like the feeling of the momentum from those first few pedal strokes of each day with my whole team around me—it’s like we are seriously seizing the day and it’s the start of a new adventure as we usually have no idea what the day ahead holds.

    Unfortunately, the day ahead was holding a few big climbs and absolutely nothing to stimulate the mind as we biked in a straight line through this desert-like landscape. At the same time, it was kind of beautiful. I’ve never been on such an expansive road before that I could see literally multiple miles ahead and behind. Things that seemed close because I could see it in the distance, actually took much longer to pass by than I thought. This also included our support car, Mr. K, that is easy to spot from her bright orange camper top which always seemed so much closer than it felt to bike to.

    As I approached the first rest stop behind Nate and Drew, I was confused because I only saw their bikes at first sitting on the side of the road. Eventually, I found them tucked away behind a bush taking shade from the sun. Nate complained that he was feeling an incoming bonk so I dug through my bike bag and pulled out a week old bag of gummy worms that had melted into a gummy worm chunk! It actually wasn’t good but sometimes you just gotta eat even if you don’t feel like it. I also forced myself to take some bites while we waited for Bacon to come from the grocery store. Eventually, Caroline found us sitting sadly under this bush and joined us. Suddenly, Mr. K sped by! Nate yelled after her, “nooo come back.” Caroline called Carmen to turn around and all was well. Plus, she brought a delicious snack haul with her complete with all our favorites: crunchy green grapes, cheez-itz, nilla wafers, wheat thins, nature valley bars, pop tarts, soda, and a new one… peach rings! Now these peach rings were a serious trend setter for the rest of the trip (and I know this because I am making this after the trip has ended) because, as Nate and Drew love to talk about, the macros were great. You just needed to eat 6 peach rings to have enough carbs in one rest stop. After we devoured two bags, they sent Carmen back to get more peach rings for the next rest stop.

    Then there was more of the same biking, biking, biking. Now, here’s some clips of something interesting and novel, more biking! Okay now another rest stop… and now some more biking! To spice it up a little, we decided to pull out our tubs of macaroni salad and potato salad gifted to us by Nate’s family. Maybe not the wisest dairy heavy snack to have mid bike ride (especially as a lactose intolerant person) but they were yummy and we were bored and hungry.

    After some more biking and rest stopping, we finally reached the Nevada sign! Since we needed to wait for the whole group to arrive so we could all take a picture together (which would take maybe half an hour), we decided to all squeeze into the car to take refuge in the AC. This meant two people in the driver’s seat, two in the passenger, and one squeezed in the second row next to all our snacks. And our awesome driver, Carmen, sacrificed herself and stood outside next to the car and under a blanket for some shade. We all doomscrolled for a bit on our phones which was an insane dopamine hit after rarely scrolling all summer and after an extremely understimulating day of biking. When the whole team was finally gathered, we did our usual circular debate about helmets or no helmets and how to pose and blah blah blah. Then we all watched Carmen struggle to figure out how to take a selfie. For some reason her instinct was to take it with her left hand while standing to the right of the group? It was very funny.

    For the last 8ish mile stretch to our destination for the night, I drafted Drew who was drafting Nate in a sideways formation to try and minimize some insane crosswinds. When we pulled up to this adorable cafe-inn situation called Stargazer Inn & Bristlecone General Store, they had a sign outside welcoming us! We were so excited and were greeted by a very sweet cat and sweet staff who gave us a delicious dinner with yummy sandwiches, blueberries, chips, juice, and cookies. Looking around the store at all the brochures, I realized we were right next to Great Basin National Park! Caroline, who has of course been here before, told the group that she recommended we go take a look and it was only a ten ish minute drive. I was really really excited to hear this and one of the ladies at the cafe corroborated Caroline’s words and told us about this very short and beautiful hike we could do to a lake to go swimming. These are actually my buzz words and I was so determined to go. I tried to convince everyone else to join but this of course sparked another one of our favorite past times, discussing things in circles. Some people were very tired from the bike ride and wanted to rest while some people were interested in visiting the national park but only at night to go to a stargazing lecture and some people realllyyyyyyyy wanted to go swimming in a magical and secluded lake in the mountains like wow doesn’t that just sound awesome like who wouldn’t want to do that? Anyway, we decided to stop discussing and just take action since we were wasting precious time and so the plan was in motion. It was almost 5PM and we would go to the church to unpack everything, gather all our laundry, and then everyone would go to the local gas station to take showers and do the laundry. Then by 5:30PM the hiking and lake swimming people would leave, do the 30 minute drive to the trailhead, hike and swim for an hour, and head back to the church at 7PM to pick up the stargazing crew and drive back to the visitor center to join the stargazing lecture at 8PM. Haters will say that this was an extremely optimistic schedule but I will say that I was determined to make it work.

    The hiking swimming group ended up being myself, Nate, and Tatiana. The drive up was so beautiful as we went up some steep switchbacks into and above the clouds before eventually reaching the peak and seeing some very grand cliffs. Then the hike itself was one of my favorite hikes of the whole summer. Not only were we basically the only ones there but it weaved through a beautiful forest of tall birch trees and in the clearings were picture perfect views of the cliffs that surrounded us. It was also late afternoon and the sun was shining through the trees at a magical angle and wow it seriously looked like a fairytale. The three of us might’ve however come slightly unprepared as it was quite a rocky and uneven hiking trail and we were all either wearing slides or flip flops so here’s a clip of Nate struggling to keep his flip flops on.

    When we finally reached the lake, we saw some deer grazing and I just thought like wow, if I was a deer this would be my dream home. We did some lazing around on our picnic blanket we brought with us and then also did some swimming in this extremely cold lake. But this swimming was more like squatting in and violently shivering because it was very very cold. The bottom of the lake was also extremely muddy and rocky and there were thousands of tiny small bugs on the surface of the water? To be honest we’ve had much better swimming experiences this summer but at least we’ve done it all. Unfortunately, in the chaos of trying to quickly get out of the lake and wrap ourselves in our warm towels, Nate cut the bottom of his foot on a sharp rock. This was a little more dramatic than perhaps it needed to be because as the sun was setting and our friends were waiting for us to come pick them up, we were racing back down this trail as Nate hobbled and limped down using me as a crutch. When we eventually got to the car, I pulled out our handy dandy first aid kit and our gallon of sterile water. I told Nate to lie down horizontally and stick his foot upside down out of the car and proceeded to drench his foot in a waterfall of water in an attempt to rinse out all of the dirt. Tatiana has a big phobia of blood so she sat in the back of the car and cheered us on from afar. We then sanitized it with an alcohol pad and I did some makeshift bandage situation with some nonstick gauze and medical tape—call me surgeon Nunu.

    We made it back to the church exactly on time, as I knew we would, and loaded everyone in along with some more mac and cheese salad and potato salad for the road. Drew decided to stay back since he wasn’t feeling well. During the drive back, we noticed that the sky was bright pink and very hazy which was some subtle foreshadowing into the kind of ride we were about to have tomorrow. Luckily or unluckily for me, tomorrow was my driver day. We then arrived back at the national park and walked the red lit path toward the stargazing lecture. I was initially worried because the haziness in the sky made it difficult to see very many stars but the smoke shifted just enough for us to peer through.

    During the lecture we learned about the history and the technology behind the telescopes that have been able to let us see stars and then took turns looking through them at various stars in the sky. We started by looking at the middle of the handle of the big dipper which we learned was actually visually made up of two stars and supposedly only those with really really good vision could make out that there are actually two stars. Indeed, when I peered into the telescope I saw that there were not only two stars in that spot but many many many stars surrounding them. It just reminded me how vast the universe is and how small we truly are. Yet we are still able to have these insanely fulfilling experiences and days full of adventure and even despite everything else going on in the universe we are so lucky to have had the chance to be here together in this specific moment.

    We decided to head home a bit early and when we got back Drew sounded very sick indeed so I gave him a Nyquil. He foreshadowed to us that he might be taking a rest day tomorrow and be my passenger princess. With that, we all got ready and went to bed among the pews of this small church in Baker, Nevada. Who knows what tomorrow has in store for us because every day I wake up and we end up doing something unexpected and it’s so so fun to look forward to and I just hope the summer never ends.

  • Day 62: Jesus for 300

    Day 62: Jesus for 300

    Cedar City, UT to Milford, UT — 59.2 mi, 1525 ft

    This morning was just like any other day, except there were two of me. My twin sister was going to bike with us! The plan was that she’d ride the 60 mile day with us, stay with us at the church for a little McCay^2 sleepover, and then she’d leave the next morning. Hopefully, she’d get a snapshot of the Spokes day to day experience. 

    McCay^2

    We set out at 10 am, a little later than what was probably ideal with this insane heat. Within the first mile, we came across a farmer’s market that was directly along our route. It was a test of strength that absolutely no one stopped to buy anything. Probably a record. 

    I had Simon use my bike and I took Aarushi’s, the driver for today. We only ever had 6 garmins, so the driver usually hands theirs off to Nunu, who just switches between them. But since Drew’s garmin is stuck on the side of a cliff in Zion, we now only have 5. Anyway, there aren’t enough garmins to go around. So when we had to make a sudden and sharp right turn, we didn’t signal well enough and Simone didn’t have enough time to process it before she ran into Nate’s back wheel. It was crazy. She practically dove off of her bike, did a side roll on the ground, and immediately popped back up like nothing had happened. Everyone was seriously impressed. Ironically it looked like it had affected her the least.

    We kept biking through the heat, had our buns rest stops on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and went over a few mountain ranges.

    I honestly felt kinda bad about all of this, since I had invited my sister to bike on this nasty hot day, and all she got to show for it was a scrape on her knee. Around mile 20 I got a call from Nunu asking about a package that was supposedly delivered to our airbnb in Cedar City. And so with my mom planning on driving back to check for it, I also asked my dearest sister how she was feeling. She was rightly feeling hot, tired, and no longer having fun. So at mile 22 she decided to get in the car with my mom and escape from this ride. I mean if I had the option, I would’ve taken it too.

    We continued until our next rest stop at a gas station, where I said goodbye to my family for the next two weeks. 

    I took some delightfully boring pictures of the desert we biked through. 

    Whenever we passed a crop circle, it felt like the temperature lowered significantly. Now I just looked this up to check if I’m crazy, and apparently it’s a real thing. When plants absorb sunlight, they release water vapor through pores in their leaves in a process called transpiration. The liquid water in the plant has to absorb heat from the environment to turn into a vapor that’s released through the stomata, meaning the surrounding air is cooler by a few degrees. Fascinating.

    As we entered Milford, Nunu, Caroline, and I saw this truck on the side of the road, which I feel needs an explanation. It’s a waste disposal company; “iGOTPOOP.com has been serving the people of Utah since 2003.”

    We got to the church and saw this Bible Jeopardy on the wall. Caroline was the self appointed Jeopardy host. “What category would you like to pick?”  I chose Jesus for 300. She said, “This is how many disciples Jesus had.” I guessed either 7 or 12. Well, there wasn’t an answer on the back of the card, and so we had to look it up. It was 12. 150 points for me. I’m not very good at Bible Jeopardy, in case you couldn’t tell. But whoever in this congregation made this game seems very lit.

    We then began the search for the showers that were supposedly in the church. We had looked everywhere, in all the side rooms, closets, in the back of the kitchen. The only place we hadn’t looked was in the chapel. Behind the stage, on either side were two closet doors. There’s a reason this was the last place we checked. Why would they be there? There is no way that could be the case. But as I opened the door, there it was, a shower. Wow. There was even another on the other side of the stage. After our nasty ride, our tired brains thought this was the funniest thing ever. The thought of walking between the pews in our towels and behind the sanctuary just to shower. What are we even doing with our lives?

    For dinner we got these delicious burgers and sandwiches at Scotty’s Diner.

    We worked on our overdue blogs when we got back, until Aarushi had the genius idea of doing yoga outside. So Nunu, Caroline, and I followed Aarushi’s lead, which admittedly was a whole lot more stretching than actual yoga; no Adho Mukha Svanasana to Bhujangasana to Virabhadrasana I and Virabhadrasana II for us. Although we did do a little Savasana, or corpse pose, just for fun.

    Then Tatiana, Aarushi, and I decided that tonight would be the perfect night to Cowboy camp (inspired by Stanford Spokes). With partial cloud cover and a baseball game that was still going on at 11:30 at night, perfect conditions for star gazing, we set up our sleeping pads. It was actually incredibly comfortable since the grass was like an extra cushion. At around 11:50 pm, I saw the sprinklers turn on in front half of the church’s lawn. But we were around the back. The sprinklers wouldn’t get us on this side. I was too tired to care, and just left it up to fate. 

    At 12:40 am I was woken up to screams and cold water being shot into my face. The sprinklers got us. We truly are geniuses. We picked all of our half soaked sleeping bags up and ran inside. I promptly fell asleep in the aisle between two tables of a kids room, underneath a slightly warm and slightly wet sleeping bag.

    We’ll eventually get this Cowboy camping thing right. 

    Remember to learn from your mistakes,

    Carmen

  • Day 59: The One Where “7 MIT Students” Almost Becomes “6 MIT Students”

    Day 59: The One Where “7 MIT Students” Almost Becomes “6 MIT Students”

    Bryce Canyon National Park, UT to Zion National Park, UT — 100.3 mi, 4402 ft

    Preface

    Like many popular stories, the ending of this one, as evidenced by the title, is arguably the most interesting. I urge you, my dearest gentle readers, to avoid skipping to the end so as to experience a full and faithful retelling of the day and to be immersed in the bizarre events as sincerely as we were. Especially on days like this one and in its aftermath, I want to thank all of our supporters and the powers that be for keeping our team safe, happy, and on the road.

    Chapter 1: Trouble is Brewing

    Our team has quite the attachment to “Cars,” a genius franchise whose arid Arizona setting closely resembles the Utah scenes we rode by this week. So when Nate turned on Cars 2 the night before in his effort to spend some of his pre-driver day rest with his family, the event quickly turned into an “everyone except Drew watches Cars 2.” As Nate already mentioned, the later bedtime combined with some medical discussions in the group led to the team agreeing to move wakeup time to 7 am. Unfortunately, at this time, Drew was already asleep and missed the memo.

    In the morning, I woke up at 7 am to a faint piano melody and a fully dressed and ready Drew. He was confused as to why he had not been told about the wakeup change, as well as the negative implications of the decision considering that a storm was supposed to cross the exact path we were riding on later in the day. Since he was already ready, he decided to do a quick breakfast (AKA shoveling half of the leftover birthday cake into his mouth) and get started on the ride. Apologies again, Drew, for the miscommunication.

    Chapter 2: Gaining Momentum

    For the rest of us, the morning continued like usual, albeit extra sad as we prepared to say our supposed goodbyes to the Mustafa family (hint: they showed up again at the first rest stop, so we didn’t have to miss them for too long!). We ate delicious bagels with cream cheese, finished up the cut watermelon, and packed our stuff in the car. Nunu decided that she would join Nate on his driver day due to continued medical issues from the night before, and the rest of us lamented about the century that was about to ensue.

    The biggest change in the morning routine for me personally was the trauma that I carried from getting pepper spray in my mouth the night before. When I finished breakfast and checked on my pepper-sprayed bag in the washer after its SECOND wash cycle, I could still see pepper spray residue covering the inner lining, forcing me to handwash it for a second time. The taste of the pepper spray from the night before was so terrible and long lasting that I suddenly was painfully aware of everywhere I put my hands, and wanted to make sure I didn’t get it in my mouth again, or worse, in my eyes. In this vein, I asked Nunu to apply sunblock to my face, which ended up being an extremely cute and loving experience. My score: 1, life’s score: 0. With all of us ready, the four remaining bikers (Carmen, Aarushi, Caroline, and I) said our final goodbyes and set out on our adventure.

    Only a few miles in, we were greeted by one of the most fantastic symbols known to biker-kind.

    This segment quite literally flew by, feeling almost like a well-oiled roller coaster ride for bikes accompanied by gorgeous views. I felt like some elite biking squadron with the four of us racing through the downhill turns and biking through beautiful combinations of forests and canyons.

    Chapter 3: Trinkets and Rocks and Storms

    I have to say, this day’s rest stop line up may have been one of the best so far. Our first rest stop came at the end of our beautiful downhill, and it was a cute shop with FREE COFFEE (?!?!?!?!) and a bunch of awesome trinkets, as well as the MUSTAFA FAMILY AGAIN! Personally, I was far more excited to see the Mustafas again than to have the free coffee, considering it was plain and black, and I prefer my coffee as “lots of milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee.” To each their own!

    Though I had been successful at avoiding my pepper-spray hands thus far, this rest stop tried to take me out through a new method. An unsuccessful water drinking and laughing combination led to a slightly comical scene of me choking on water. My score: 1, life’s score: 1.

    After Nunu performed some amazing sunblock application to my face, our fantastic four squad said goodbye, rolled out, and headed to the next rest stop, which was a well-placed gas station. At this stop, our team began to uncover the concept of Caroline-speak. Caroline is one of the most loving and calm members of our team. She is impeccable with her words, and as such, we have developed a dictionary to translate some of her phrases. 

    Caroline says: “Guys, wait, let me have a sip of my matcha mango drink before I share it”

    Translation: “SHUT THE FU** UP YOU GREEDY BIT**** AND LET ME HAVE A SIP FIRST”

    Caroline says: “Guys, please, for real, start to get ready; we need to leave in 5 minutes”

    Translation: “CAN YOU LOCK THE FU** IN AND GET READY YOU SLOW MOTHERFUC****”

    It’s a very helpful and accurate dictionary, if I may say so myself!

    We also quickly learned of the impending doom and danger of the storm that was supposed to roll through the area, as well as the next awesome rest stop of the ROCK STOP that we critically had to reach. I heard whispers that the Rock Stop was in fact shaped like a rock, and did in fact have “lots of milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee.” There was nothing that could stand in the way of me and this Rock Stop.

    At least that’s what I thought… until moments after we began biking, we heard huge crashes of thunder and lightning strike in the sky around our route. The four of us were on a downhill from the gas station, with no foreseeable structures to shelter us from the storm. Instead, we decided that our best course of action was to ditch our bikes near the road and huddle under a bush nearby, listening to Aarushi’s retelling of one of the Heroes of Olympus books to calm our nerves.

    In a few minutes, we noticed that most of the dark clouds had moved past our location and decided that the benefits of sitting at the Rock Stop rather than the side of the road heavily outweighed the minimal risks remaining of being hit by lightning.

    When we arrived at the Rock Stop, it was everything I could have imagined and more! There were lots of rocks, trinkets, donuts, coffee, cats, goats, AND BIRRIA TACOS!! You heard me right. I was so excited to split my tacos with Carmen and to have my 15,348th “lots of milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee.” Caroline, Carmen, and I spent some time relaxing and eating random things to wait out the next wave of the incoming storm. Aarushi, Nunu, and Nate fell deep into their respective phone conversations. Drew, as we remember from earlier this morning, was already many miles ahead in the supposed “storm.”

    Chapter 4: Yes Shirt, Yes Shoes, No Service

    At some point, we realized that the storm was not really coming, and that our group should get moving, especially since Caroline’s family was going to be meeting us that evening and we still had 50 miles left in our day. A call and text from Drew that he had already passed the next rest stop and that there were some “lowkey tough trails” coming up reinforced a slight sense of urgency. We began the uphill towards the next rest stop, motivated only by the promise of a beautiful downhill for the last 20 miles and a yummy dinner of Chinese food cooked by Caroline’s grandfather!

    With no great shock, at this point life tried to come for me again. As we made one of the big ascents, I felt my stomach begin to rumble, and a feeling of nausea overcame me. I called back to Aarushi and let her know that I needed a break and then proceeded to gag on the side of the road, unsure of what was going on with my body. 

    Throughout our entire trip, I have felt like there were days when I win, and days that life definitely wins. Days when I feel on top of the world, elated, and excited to bike. Days where I cry, struggle, feel exhausted, or simply don’t want to bike anymore. Honestly, it is very rare that I don’t experience both dichotomies in the same day. Bent over on the side of the road, with no service to call Nate and Nunu, I realized that the score had updated again. My score: 1, life’s score: 2.

    Eventually, I decided that the only reasonable course of action was to get back on the bike, so Aarushi and I restarted our ascent. We passed by a field of bison and an American flag, which made me feel quite patriotic (I think Spokes has made me a minimum of 5x more patriotic lol).

    As I was trying to take a photo of the bison, I also saw a bar of service finally appear on my phone, with an incoming WhatsApp call from Nunu. She informed us that they had left a package of supplies for Drew near the 83-mile mark at the end of the trail that he was currently on and were now returning to our upcoming rest stop pre-trail at mile 70.

    At the rest stop, we made quick time, remarking that Nunu had officially overtaken Nate’s driver day, pumping my stomach with some Pepto-Bismol, and lamenting about our inefficient Annual National Park Pass. The pass requires the holder to be in the car upon entry, but considering that Nate and Nunu did not have Aarushi with them, they had to buy another $25 entry. RIP. At least we get to support the parks!

    Chapter 5: Unbeaten Path vs Shuttling

    When our squad of fantastic four reached the beginning of the trail that Drew was on, we miraculously regained service for a brief moment, just to see a text that read “I recommend rerouting” followed by “this sh** is taking forever.” 

    For those who know Drew, these words are seriously unheard of. He is both a skilled mountain biker (not as good as Carmen :P) and a generally adventure-seeking person, so when Drew said he recommended rerouting, red flags began to raise in my head.

    The four of us tried to gain information on the situation, repeatedly calling and texting Nunu, Nate, and Drew on our single bar of service to understand what the best course of action was. Unfortunately, though we had one bar of service, they had none, so our questions remained unanswered. 

    Aarushi and Carmen also mentioned that the trail we were considering entering was not part of last year’s route. The 2025 team went on the main road through Zion instead and used the car to shuttle the team through a tunnel section that was closed off to bikes. Unfortunately, the 2025 blog from this same Bryce Canyon -> Zion day was missing, so Aarushi and Carmen didn’t have any further information on why last year’s team decided to shuttle. The two of them had made the decision to reroute us onto this trail so that we could avoid shuttling, but we hypothetically could backtrack and attempt to shuttle if we felt the trail option was not safe.

    With slight desperation and fear beginning to trickle into our mindset, we decided to ask the nearby lodge for their opinion on this trail and hopefully connect to their Wi-Fi. As soon as we showed them the trail we were considering taking, the outdoor guides began to resoundingly tell us about how dangerous the trail was, how it turned into a hiking trail that was impossible for a bike to tackle, and how parts of it had recently been completely closed, as demarcated on the route itself. We knew that turning back was inevitable and began to worry about the fate of our teammate, Drew, who was now possibly stuck on this trail and had sent no new messages.

    Though we now had service, Nate and Nunu still did not, so Caroline had the genius idea of calling her father, Forest, who was at the Airbnb. To our great luck, he had brought his bike rack on his minivan and had a great attitude about coming to rescue us and shuttling us across the tunnel.

    Chapter 6: Ignorance Is… Bliss?

    For the next half hour, the four of us got to experience a beautiful, majestic moment, zooming through the center of Zion on the way to the tunnel. The views were incredibly breathtaking, and we tried to convince ourselves that Nate and Nunu were already at the next rest stop or even all the way at the Airbnb with Drew, simply not able to communicate with us due to a lack of service.

    We waited at the entrance of the tunnel for a bit until finally meeting up with Forest. He informed us that Caroline’s brother, Brady, had identified Nate and Nunu at a lookout on the other side of the tunnel “by their hair and hats,” but he had no idea what the status of Drew was.

    After our efficient tunnel shuttle situation, Forest dropped the four of us off at the same lookout where they had previously spotted Nate and Nunu. Almost immediately, we received a call from Nunu that they somehow had picked up Drew? And they were on the way to the Airbnb? It was a relatively brief and ominous call, but we were relieved to hear that Drew had at least made it to the end of the trail safely. With peaceful minds, the four of us finished an incredibly speedy and gorgeous ride through the rest of Zion and the town nearby. For literally the first time in forever, I was at the front of the group, pushing the pace. I have to say, it was actually quite enjoyable, though I don’t foresee it happening again.

    As we pulled up to the house, we were met in the doorway by a showered and relatively positive Drew, who exclaimed, “Guys! Have you seen my bike??” We looked around, expecting to see his bike either scraped up or covered in mud, when he deadpanned, “Yeah, you won’t find it; it’s at the bottom of a cliff.” 

    Chapter 7: Trail Closed, No Trespassing, $5000 Fine

    While the four of us bikers had been enjoying Zion, Drew was on a completely different type of adventure. The trail he had begun to descend on first turned into a tough mountain biking trail, and then into a hiking trail that was impossible to descend using a bicycle.

    After a few miles of walking his bike, the trail suddenly displayed a huge “Trail Closed, No Trespassing” sign. Having already spent 2 hours descending the trail, and with nightfall rapidly approaching, Drew was stuck between attempting to hike back uphill with his bicycle or completing the remaining mile of the downhill trail. He decided to press forward, moving with relative success until he came across a final set of switchbacks which were adorned with signs forbidding entry. The signs threatened a $5,000 fine and warned of recent trail collapses, but Drew saw no option other than pushing forward if he wanted to safely get off of the mountain.

    Suddenly, with his bike on the outside of the damaged switchbacks, Drew felt the rocks below the bike give out, and a rockslide began under his feet. Escaping by a hair’s breadth, Drew was left at the edge of the cliff, watching his beloved bike tumble down out of reach with the rockslide.

    For two hours after this, Drew precariously sat on the edge of the cliff, crying, praying, reflecting on his life, and seriously thinking about his own mortality. He knew that he had no option but to continue downwards, at risk of being stuck on the rock face in the dark. Eventually, Drew used the self-proclaimed “butt scootch” method to wiggle down the steep rock face, constantly fearing for his life and simply having faith that he would make it down.

    When he got to the bottom, he realized that he was right next to one of the shuttle stops, and akin to a madman with twigs and mud caked across his hair and body, he desperately climbed on the next shuttle. He still had no contact with any of the team, so as any logical person recently faced with death, he jumped off of the shuttle when he heard that cheeseburgers were available at the lodge.

    At this same time, Nunu and Nate were on the aforementioned lookout when they realized that over 4 hours had passed since they placed Drew’s supply drop at the end of the trail, and it was still untouched. They began to panic and tried to drive to where they thought he would be, until they were blocked by pesky “reservation and shuttle bus only” gates. This, however, did not deter the power of friendship, as they resolved the problem by explaining the situation and begging the security guard for the code.

    By some miracle, Nate and Nunu pulled into the lodge just as Drew was finishing his cheeseburger, and he spotted the unmistakable orange camper top of our car. Drew ran to the car, extremely shaken up but beyond relieved to be reunited with Nate and Nunu.

    Chapter 8: Safe and Reunited

    After hearing Drew’s story and realizing how differently our day could have ended, our team was hit with a wave of emotion. Aarushi and Carmen expressed the responsibility they felt for making a route that put Drew in a dangerous situation, even though he did not blame them, and the team agreed that there were many factors that contributed to the day’s events. Some of our warmest hugs and silent tears were exchanged as our team experienced the gratitude of continuing as a team of 7, rather than a team of 6.

    As it always does, dinner helped lift our team’s spirits, and Drew got to fill in some of the more intricate details of his adventure and emotions. Caroline’s grandfather made the traditional dishes of egg and tomato stir fry, hua juan (flower rolls with pepper corns), beef and potato stew, bone soup, cucumber salad, and string beans.

    Our team discussed the plan for acquiring a new bicycle and gear, which involved some discussions of possible trips to Carson City, Salt Lake City, or even Las Vegas. We also began an operation to fundraise enough money to cover the unexpected costs. I guess you’ll have to read the next blog to find out what new city the team unlocked! 

    Eventually, overcome by mixed feelings of relief, consciousness of our mortality, and gratitude in our hearts, we all hit the hay, ready to keep on keeping on with the next day of Spokes.

    With love and gratitude to the universe for keeping us safe,

    Tatiana ❤

  • Day 56: a series of reflections

    Day 56: a series of reflections

    Capitol Reef National Park, UT to Escalante, UT — 68 mi, 6031 ft

    A common enough question I get asked by either Tatiana or Aarushi is: what do you think about on your rides? Half the time I don’t know what to say, I’m just dissociating up the climbs. Otherwise, I’m trying to lock in and listen to my audiobook. But mostly, I’m thinking about thinking. Thinking about what I have said, what I will say, what I have not said, and what I will not say. Why I feel a certain why, why I want something, or why I’m annoyed with something else. A lot of metacognitive thoughts that probably aren’t very interesting to anyone else but me. And so, given this opportunity to write about whatever I want and have my friends and family read it, I’ll share some of them.

    As soon as my eyes opened, I was immediately reminded by Nunu that this was the last morning we’d ever wake up at a campsite. So I took a couple of seriously bad photos through the screen of my tent to commemorate the moment. How we ignore all our alarms and then get up in sequence some minutes after, with Nunu always first and Drew always managing to get an extra half hour of sleep. The last day of this routine, of those steps we decided at our first campsite, and others that naturally occur but nonetheless become ingrained in our group psyche. It’s like a living thing, each of our own seven habits contributed to it, creating patterns of interactions that only those who lived it can predict. And maybe part of it dies the moment we put the last suitcase in the car, but the rest has the chance to survive for the next 20 days.

    With the tents packed away we scavenged for breakfast like foods of granola, dried mango, until Tatiana and Noah rescued us all and brought three breakfast burritos from their hotel. We shared them and our saliva as usual.

    Tat eyeing Caroline’s burrito

    Moments away from leaving, a British guy carrying a bike comes up to us and asks if we can help fix his deflated tire. This is now the third or fourth guy that has asked us for either bike help or for tools within the past 48 hours. It’s almost as if our seven matching bikes chained up to the park grill send out a bat signal to all the tool-less husbands at the Capitol Reef campsite. We tried to fix his bike, discovered the seller had folded up a leaky tube too large for the tire, and attempted to patch it, but in the end it still was flat. Even with all seven MIT brains put together, the poor guy ended up in the same position as he started. 

    I had been mentally preparing for this day: 6,000 feet of elevation, the highest I will have biked. I was honestly quite excited. The triumphant satisfaction of tackling each hill would in theory replace most of the dread I felt. It did at least for the first section. 

    We had driven up and down this highway leading out of Capitol Reef multiple times by now, and so I had a decent picture of what the climb would look like. It was like any other kinda uncomfortable climb, gradual uphill for a few miles, then some steeper sections and some fast downhills. The most notable part was the beautiful red rocks I got to bike by. My favorites are these vertical pillars and mounds at the base of this mountain that manage to look like rows of sphinxes.

    I also got to see some cute deer in the fruit orchards on the road out from the campsite.

    Earlier we had planned to stop 7 miles in at the national park sign to finally take some pictures for Olga with the NASA hats. Nunu staged us very artistically on the hill behind the sign and in a line to show off our side profiles.

    Noah had been driving along for this first section, and would park up ahead every few miles to cheer us on during the climbs. What an amazing man. Tatiana really bagged a good one. 

    As I passed through half of Torrey, the small town I had spent the previous day exploring, it felt as if I was traveling through all of those memories which already felt so large. The Subway which we devoured after the hard century day into Capitol Reef, the mexican restaurant we ate at while jokingly discussing if we should dip and take a day trip to Salt Lake City, Tatiana’s hotel which we crashed at for hours, the random antique and grocery stores we roamed through, the bulletin board where we found the flyer for the BIFF film festival, the farmer’s market that gave us the people watching show of a lifetime; all trapped along this few mile stretch of highway 24.

    When I look back, I’m always amazed at how I was able to have so many full experiences within such a short amount of time. How have I managed to instill each moment with meaning? That is precisely what I feared I wouldn’t be able to do. And so this, to me, is a huge relief, but still a high goal to continually reach day after day, this desire to avoid monotony. Despite this nagging reminder droning on in the back of my head, it has naturally become the norm.

    Why is it natural? Our rest days are not structured like our biking days, and don’t provide us instructions on when and where to meet people, or how to peer into other’s communities. 

    I’m going to say that for most, it’s due to an intrinsic curiosity in people. For me at least, I think it’s from this same desire to avoid monotony by chasing a certain feeling of warmth, of affection. An affection I only find when I either see or get to play a meaningful moment in someone’s life. 

    So maybe each day is a new race to acquire these moments of affection. And the shops in Torrey are where all of those moments from the past 24 hours live.

    I was met with four types of pie and two types of ice cream at the first rest stop. In my immense greed I still checked out the coffee selection and ordered an horchata latte. It was delicious, and so were the pies. Especially the strawberry rhubarb one recommended by all three workers at the farm store. 

    The next segment was relatively calm. We left the red rocks of the park behind in a very sharp transition that turned into flat grasslands. I was following Caroline for most of the ride until we started up a gravel climb, and were assaulted by 15 mph winds coming from the east. I tried to fight it as long as I could, but it was just too strong, and we both had to get off our bikes. We hadn’t had enough fun yet because then rain started pelting down at a steep angle in addition to the wind. As Caroline and I were hunched over on the side of the road, the rain started to sting our faces. It must have turned into hail as it felt like being pelted with tiny rocks everywhere it landed on my skin.

    With nothing else to do I started to laugh. In times like these, in situations as ridiculous as this, where we couldn’t even stand up straight, couldn’t bike, couldn’t do anything but exist and wait out this uncomfortable weather, I just laugh at the absurdity of it all. I tend to do this, laugh during ridiculously hard and trying times, or at idiotic mistakes, anything that is inevitable and uncomfortable. Because what is the other option? To cry? Sometimes I fear this can be mistranslated as me laughing at someone, or at inappropriate times. Maybe that’s what it looks like, but it’s not where it comes from.

    When it eventually died down enough to finish the climb, we continued on until the next rest stop. As Mr. K came into view, I saw what looked like a tent? Nunu’s genius had made itself known for a second time today. We found Nunu, Nate, and Drew already inside devouring the most amazing snack haul I had ever seen. Nunu got those pink and white circus animal crackers that are just so nostalgic in all the right ways. When we first saw them Drew, Caroline, and I gasped, yelled, and dove for them like the greedy pigs we are. Look how happy Drew was.

    The wind wasn’t going away any time soon, and so we decided to wait it out for an hour inside the tent. An hour and a half later, we still hadn’t moved, and the wind was still slapping the rain cover on the outside of the tent. The largest climb of the day was also still ahead of us: 1,000 ft in 10 miles straight up gravel. So Drew and I chose to ignore the wind. It had died down some, even if it sounded like we’re being tumbled around in a washing machine. 

    What I’ve recently learned is that we’re all sheep. If one person starts moving, everyone else (usually) follows. It’s such a great hack; the few times I’ve used it I’ve felt so powerful. Like a shepherd leading their blind sheep off a cliff. So the rest of the team woke up and put on their helmets too.

    The next stretch was the most climbing we’d do all day. And I didn’t even mind, not one bit. The landscape was so incredibly beautiful that it apologized for all the uphill. It was out of some story book. As I biked up the road, there were sprawling green fields on either side, and multicolored mountains looming in the background. The road curved downward, and so from my view I was biking between a small gap in a fence and into the infinite blue sky. 

    Literally a microsoft screensaver

    It was at this point I took out my headphones and just listened to the wind, the brush of the bushes, gravel crunching under my tires. It was so incredibly peaceful. 

    A half mile more and the climb for the next 5 miles came into view. The road curved up the mountains in front of me. It was vulnerable in a way. These hills were not obscuring anything, they were presenting the challenge for me to judge. And I couldn’t be mad at its honesty or its beauty. Mountains simply have climbs and descents, and we are the ones who choose to bike across them.

    From the base of this climb, I could see about four trees, all standing alone, scattered throughout the hill side. My camera did not do them justice. They just stood there, in the wide expanse of flatlands, only a couple feet tall, but providing dots of shade. 

    What a stoic little tree

    Along the drive from Phoenix to Prescott, there is a single tree a half a mile or so out from the road, surrounded by a similar landscape. I’ve always wanted to sit under that tree and look out at the quietness of the rolling hills. 

    On this ride, I should have done so when I had the chance. The chance was a small road that would probably have taken me to one of those trees, a mile or so off the main road. But I didn’t, and admittedly, kinda regret it. Next time?

    For the last part of the climb, a cap of trees came into view. “The Dixie Forest”, the sign read. Within 20 miles, the land had changed so rapidly: red rocks, to flatlands, to forests. 

    We stopped just past the sign for lunch, and wrapped ourselves up in blankets to protect us from the cold that was at 9,500 ft of elevation. We ate our sandwiches huddled like penguins and some of us went swimming in the back of the car for rain jackets. 

    Aarushi isn’t afraid to dive headfirst into what she wants

    All the way back in Blacksburg I remember hearing from our host the philosophy on wearing rain jackets while biking. You get wet both ways, either from the rain itself or from your trapped sweat. So like the absolute units Caroline and I are, we went without them and chose to be cold instead, at least until we warmed up from biking.

    As we rode off to finish the last climb, we kept passing these tiny circles of trees that lined the trail. Eventually they grew into more of a cohesive forest, and we started talking about how we would love to go and explore. It’s ironic really, because 0.1 miles later, the route curved into the forest and our wish came true.

    We crossed several “experimental farms”, and were confronted with cows on either side of the road. They are apparently as stupid as deer, since when they heard us coming, they got startled and ran across the road, almost trampling us. 

    majestic cow

    We finished the climbs, reached the highest point of elevation in our ride (10,049 ft), and then started on the incredibly steep gravel downhills. I may not be the fastest on the way up, but I did manage to bomb past Caroline on the way down, not that it was a race or anything.

    When I pulled into the last rest stop, I saw three people in kayaks on the lake in front of me. To my surprise, one of them began to wave. My eyes are so incredibly bad that even with my contacts I couldn’t make out who they were, until one of them started paddling towards me. It was Drew and he was pointing to a dock with two more kayaks and paddles. 

    As I was pouring water out of the single kayak, Caroline arrived, and her and Drew decided to squish into one of the larger kayaks. To make room for the last two bikers, Nate and Nunu also squished.

    Look at how happy everyone is, aww
    Everyone taking pictures of the bald eagle

    The kayak I rode was more of a paddleboard. It sat on top of the water, which meant it felt far more unstable than the others. Drew knew this too, and so he started barreling towards me, threatening to splash me and overturn my boat. I remembered from the rafting trip that he had already done so, it’s just that at the time I was on his side. Now though, I was at risk of being drowned. So I said something along the lines of, “this is a peaceful trip! No fighting, let’s be very zen right now. Truce?” Caroline, for her part, explicitly said she did not support any violence. He must have agreed since my butt and feet stayed dry.

    Drew taking aim at me

    The lake was stunning. We saw a bald eagle sitting on top of a pine tree. Nate and Nunu got the privilege of seeing it dive for fish. We also saw a family of ducks, one mom with seven or so ducklings trailing behind. Someone mentioned the ugly duckling, someone else mentioned the Aarushi gap, and then somehow they got combined into one? Aarushi is the ugly duckling? As the self proclaimed (and communally agreed upon) daughter of Aphrodite, she is arguably the least qualified to be likened to a scruffy wet bird. But she is definitely qualified to be leading that gap behind the third duck. So while everyone was shouting about ugly ducks and runts and slow swimmers, I chose the most confusing moment to add, “I found Aarushi!” Everyone then starts looking around for her and Tatiana as they remembered they haven’t yet arrived, saying “Where, where is she?” I only meant that out of the cute little ducks, I found the one lagging behind a little, and then paddling its little feet to go faster. 

    if you listen closely, you can hear the real time Aarushi gap discussion

    Well at this point we all started to get worried, since it’s almost been an hour since we arrived, and we hadn’t yet seen Aarushi or Tatiana. Also it was about to get dark, and none of us wanted to finish these steep gravel descents with no light. Drew’s brakes had already stopped working from overuse on the first part of the downhill. None of us wanted to be in a position where we lost control at night. And so we sent Nunu out to go find the two missing ones of us, while Drew, Nate, Caroline, and I dragged the kayaks out of the mud and on top of the dock. 

    It’s a funny thing, repeatedly putting yourself in a situation where every few hours you get to worry for someone’s safety. It’s not a trivial worry either, what makes it even more stupid is that it’s completely valid. We have crashed into trees before on gravel descents, last year’s team slid out on gravel and seriously hurt themselves, some guy on the UT Austin team was blown off the side of a cliff and had to get airlifted out. All of these accidents have happened to people relatively close to us. So every time we wait for people to arrive in areas with no service, it’s always a guessing game of are they seriously injured, or just slow(er)?

    While I get to ooh and awe at the beauty of the mountains and the pine trees and the algae running under the boat and the birds hunting for fish and the cicadas humming in the trees, I also get to hedge a ridiculous bet that my friends are still alive and not desperately trying to call for help with no service. What’s more is that we all get to do this multiple times a day, experience this dichotomy of feeling, these extreme highs and lows all at once. It keeps the trip interesting, that’s for sure. 

    Maybe I’m getting desensitized to these anxious thoughts. I did after all bet that they were just going slower. But what’s the other option, envisioning their death and destruction constantly?

    As soon as Drew and Nate finished my emergency stash of Cheez-its and we were almost ready to finish the ride, Nunu pulled up with Tatiana and Aarushi in front. Alive. And each in one piece. Wonderful. They said it was just slow moving, all the climbs and the steep downhill had taken them forever. But they were also ready to just get the ride over with. So we all left together, me in front leading the way, the first and only time I got to do so.

    We saw the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument on the way down.

    At this point my chain has fallen off, but the staircase is beautiful

    I was biking with Drew and Nate for a bit until my chain fell off and I had to stop on the side of the road to put it back on. As I continued down the hill, I watched this black pickup truck pull out of a parking space and slowly drive down the road. Either it was incredibly slow or I was going fast, but I had to pass it on the left. That’s never happened to me before. I don’t know why, but I had the irrational thought that maybe, just maybe it was planning on following me? It was going slow enough and started trailing behind, keeping a couple hundred feet of distance between us. The longer I biked for, the longer it followed, and the more I became convinced that something was going to happen. This went on for a couple miles or so, as I biked as fast as I could. I took a right turn, and then a left, and it still never left. Half the time my eyes were in front of me and the other half was spent looking behind. Eventually, it took a left as I went straight, and I realized how well I had gotten into my own mind. Everything was fine. I was being crazy, but to be fair, crazier things have happened on this trip. I guess I’m not desensitized after all. Just attempting to tone these thoughts down and occasionally succeeding.

    We all finished the ride into Escalante, met up with our hosts, pet their two adorable dogs Rocky and Mocha, had dinner, and began the debate about our next day’s ride. Should we take the highway or gravel side roads?

    At dinner, our host Pastor Richards suggested we take this alternate gravel route north of highway 12. So Aarushi and I did our duty, and looked into this road. We took input from the team: Drew was a strong advocate for the gravel, Tatiana was leaning towards the highway even though she knew the gravel was more responsible, Nate was more aligned with taking the gravel, and Nunu and Caroline were fine with either. The issue is that we don’t have street view for some of the parts of the gravel section, and the ride with gps elevation graph isn’t always accurate. If we took that path, we’d be going into the ride blind. But if we take the highway, the risk we assume is getting run over by a semi. The gravel might be more scenic since it’s in the mountains, but the ride involves one large climb. The road tracks over two climbs (splits up the climbs), but the total elevation gained between each path is the same. And even though the gravel is the same in elevation, it will likely take longer simply because the ground isn’t smooth or easy to ride on. The paved route would have better rest stops, while the gravel route would just have stops on the side of the road. All of these considerations we thought through, while taking the team’s input, going back and forth on gravel or paved, gravel or paved. This went on for about an hour until Nate finally mentioned that if we took the highway, his parents could meet us at the rest stops. And so the decision was finally made. We would use the exact same route as last year with the exact same rest stops. No extra work required. No new route, no new rest stops, no effort needed to be put forth to make any changes. We got an hour less of sleep for the sole purpose of yapping in circles, our favorite pastime.

    Thank you for reading my self indulgent, metacognitive yap. Hope you enjoyed a day of Spokes through my little brain’s view of itself.

    – Carmen

  • Day 50: 100 miles in 100 degrees

    Day 50: 100 miles in 100 degrees

    Grand Junction, CO to Moab, UT — 122.5 mi, 4092 ft (actually 87.9 mi, 2257 ft)

    I try to imagine the sweat on my skin is the glaze of a Krispy Kreme donut. That’s the only way to get through times like these. Only the occasional gust of wind provides some unsatisfactory relief in this land of nothing taller than a toddler. The hair on my arms and legs, usually black, have been bleached blonde by the sun, offering an unfamiliar contrast exaggerated by my skin also being a shade darker than usual.

    My water, as it dripped on my lips from my “insulated” squeeze bottle, was indistinguishable from the hot murky liquid you leave in the pot after boiling a hot dog. 

    Tatiana [today’s driver] calls. 

    I reach in my jersey’s back pocket and scramble for my phone to answer before the call goes to voicemail and the one bar of cell service God endowed me with inevitably fades away.

    “Hey Drew, there’s no ice at all of the 5 gas stations within 30 miles, and I will have to go back to Grand Junction…. 

    I can barely hear her over the sound of the wind in my face.

    …I’ll meet you in…”

    She cuts out.

    I’m out of water. It’s over 100 degrees. The lightly colored packed dirt reflects the sun’s rays back up, cooking me from both sides. 

    Off in the distance, Nate and I see a bridge that gets closer and closer over a period of time that felt like an hour but was probably closer to 15 minutes. We pass by something that looks like a well. I get off my bike and turn the handle– nothing happens. I realize I probably shouldn’t be messing with random plumbing on the side of the road and decide to keep pedaling without the water. We get to the bridge– the first shade we’ve encountered today since the cliffs of the Colorado National Monument 60 miles ago… and we’re only halfway done?

    How did we get here?

    The rolling hills faded away over time revealing an expanse which felt like a static portrait.  I pedaled, nothing got closer. Occasional cameos from different wildlife told me that I was getting further from the place where people should be. We saw a bald eagle and sang him his favorite song (The Star Spangled Banner). 

    I think he liked it.

    Upon reaching the Utah sign, we found a gap in the barbed wire fence that separated our trail from the interstate to which the sign belonged. We all squeezed into through the gap to take a picture with the sign. Meanwhile, Tatiana called us in distress about the car potentially flipping over on the uneven bike trail leading up to the sign. I don’t think anyone on the team, including Tatiana, knows why she decided to use the uneven bike path instead of staying on the highway where the sign was. Perhaps she wanted to push the limits of our rental Toyota Sienna with 3 inches of ground clearance could do. That way, we could have a reference point of what we could do with it in the future, when duty calls. The rest of the team served as counsel over the phone as she went backwards up the path and found her way back to the interstate where she rendezvoused with us at the Utah sign.

    We took the photo. In the background, the sign read “Welcome to Utah.” Everyone smiled, and more. 

    The flow of traffic on the interstate seemed to somewhat fade away as a family of three get out of a car to take the same picture as us. The family, composed of an infant, a middle aged woman, and an elderly woman are discussing a car accident that they witnessed prior to arriving at the sign. We took photos for them, then we squeezed back through the barbed wire fence to access the trail that we were on to avoid proximity to interstate traffic. 

    We resume the trail, which had a lot of up and downs across various terrain types, including sand. It intersected a gravel road which served the purpose of getting us in the general direction of Moab while avoiding interstate traffic. We look to the right and saw a cloud of dust approaching with some large vehicles visible in the foreground. The majority of the team preferred to wait out the passing vehicles and dust. However, I decided to turn anyways, and Nate followed shortly after upon realizing that there were hundreds of cars not passing anytime soon. At first, we had the hopes that we could bike faster than them, as they were going quite slow, however, we soon found ourselves engulfed in a cloud of dust birthed by the passing cars. We covered our mouths and noses with one hand and steered with the other as cars passed one-by-one for over half an hour. I assume this was a detour to avoid the car wreck which had been mentioned by the woman who asked us to take her picture. We came out here to avoid the interstate, but the interstate came to us.

    I’m not aware of how the rest of the team decided to handle the traffic, however, after turning off of the gravel road, it was down to just Nate and I. We turned onto another detour which took off in a random direction into the desert. It added about 4 or 5 miles to the route, a tradeoff I feel is worth avoiding being near cars.

    Statistically speaking, the most likely thing to kill us on this trip actually isn’t dogs or lightning. It’s drivers. Some drivers are bad intentionally. There have been several occasions of pickup truck drivers pulling up next to us, slowing down, and actively trying to run us off the road. I will never understand this behaviour. Like, I get that having to make the conscious decision to move left to pass a group of cyclists is a little annoying, and you feel the need to have some kind of revenge. But I promise you, Mr. Pickup Truck Driver, your life is not harder than mine. You are in an air-conditioned box pressing down a gas pedal; I am pedaling up this hill in 100 degree heat without the help of a V8 engine like a big boy. 

    But, even scarier than people who do see us and decide to be mean are the people that don’t see us at all– the unintentionally bad drivers. And that’s why I’ve found myself in the middle of this desert, with Nate.

    After trudging through a miserable 28 mile stretch in 100 degree heat, we set up a rest stop under a bridge and waited for Tatiana to get there. She arrived after ~20 minutes around the same time as the rest of the group, who had routed themselves onto the interstate💀shoulder to avoid the extra mileage. We camped out there for almost 45 minutes enjoying the shade and recovering from mild heat exhaustion. 

    The next stretch was mostly downhill as we descended into the canyon through which the Colorado River flows. The downhill, commanding much less exertion than the previous leg,  made the heat a little bit more manageable. At our second-to-last rest stop, we decided to swim in the river as we waited out the peak afternoon heat. This would require that we bike in the dark, however, the road was very low traffic, so we decided it was a worthy tradeoff. 

    Swimming in the Colorado river was kind of tricky. Sitting still was hard because the water has a pretty strong flow and the riverbed is mostly loose rocks. Some of us resorted to laying on our floaty tied to a boulder (that they made me move into the river).

    Some of us decided to walk upstream and just float back down. Tatiana was doing her own thing where she grabbed onto a rock and just sat there floating on her belly; it looked really funny.

    By the time the sun decided to obscure itself behind the canyon walls, we were ready to start rolling again, prompted partially by impending darkness, but more so by the suspicious clouds behind us. The next 4 miles where very out of the ordinary. Aarushi was setting a crazy 20 mph pace as we all ripped the next couple miles, biking in a beautiful formation that resembled a 6-count half carton of eggs.

    But, as the dark clouds devoured the sky in front of us, and the winds decided that they did not want MIT Spokes on the road, we were forced to turn back to shelter in a chaotic frenzy intensified by the sudden-onset darkness. 

    Nunu handed out tasks as we repacked the van in a way to accommodate 7 passengers, sort of. 

    We decided we would lock up our bikes at this campground and finish our ride tomorrow, since it would be a rest day. After a quick food run at the Moab Wendy’s, we all went to sleep in anticipation of getting up extra early. This plan, of course, hinged on someone being willing to drive us back to the spot where we left our bikes. So we bribed Tatiana with by offering to do some of her chores, and she reluctantly agreed to sacrifice sleep on our behalf.

    …to be continued.

    – Drew

  • Day 49: MIT Soccer (fans)

    Day 49: MIT Soccer (fans)

    Parachute, CO to Grand Junction, CO — 53.5 mi, 1427 ft

    Nothing will motivate our team more than… the World Cup final! Yes, you read that right. On any other morning we would snooze our 6am alarms and take a couple extra minutes sleepily packing up our things but this particular morning was the morning of the World Cup final. You would think we were a soccer team instead of a biking team with how locked in we were this morning as everyone sprung up from bed and got ready faster than I’d ever seen. We were staying at a hotel last night that was very kindly provided by Tatiana’s mom, auntie Olga. Soon enough all our belongings were piled high onto a luggage cart outside in the hallway of our two rooms and everyone was wheeling their bikes down the elevator. Nate and I began to push the luggage cart down the elevator too but it required such a huge effort since it was so heavy and hard to steer and everything was so delicately balanced. As we pushed it through the elevator doors our basket of miscellaneous toiletries and items fell and some mysterious items dropped down the elevator shaft, oops.

    After we’d all scarfed down the hotel lobby breakfast which consisted of bagels, poptarts, and tangerines, we started our bike ride! The reason for our haste was that we wanted to make it to our end destination by 1PM Mountain Time for the World Cup Finale with Argentina vs Spain. Knowing our team, this was an unlikely feat but we were determined. Specifically, Caroline, Tatiana, Aarushi, and Carmen were the most determined and the rest of us just followed suit. Luckily, today’s ride was relatively short and mostly downhill. It was Me, Drew, Carmen, and Caroline leading the way.

    Because the road is also basically free of cars, we take up the entire lane and Drew decides to play a trick on us and sneak up behind everyone to try and take their phones from their back pocket. Here’s a video of Drew chasing Caroline down.

    At one point, we end up on highway 70 next to the Colorado River and it’s just beautiful.

    At another point, our route tells us to get off the highway and onto a mysterious bike path that’s overgrown with trees and bushes to avoid the highway 70 tunnel that bikers aren’t allowed to go through. Getting through this overgrown path was quite an ordeal as we had to keep unclipping and clipping so we wouldn’t run into the trees completely.

    We were so fast that we all beat Nate (our driver for the day) to the rest stop by about 10 minutes. Caroline set a 15 minute timer so we would make sure not to overrest and keep biking and we all quickly stuffed our faces with snacks and fuel. When the alarm went off, Nate jokingly complained that we only ever went fast when he is the driver (Nate loves going fast).

    Close to the end of the ride, we stopped by a peach stand in the Palisades and ate the most delicious and juiciest peaches.

    Not before long, we were at our final destination, a restaurant/bar in Grand Junction with a dedicated watch party room. We proceeded to stay here for the next three hours eating food and drinking our unlimited refill lemonades and iced teas.

    To be honest, most of us were slightly rooting for Argentina to win because we felt like the Argentinian goalie deserved it as he was making save after save after save. This summer is also the first time I’ve ever properly watched soccer before and I’m just so impressed at how coordinated everyone on the field is despite how fast things move.

    After the game ended, we finished the last three miles of the ride to our hosts house for the night, Greg and Stephie. Upon arrival we were greeted by a tub of watermelon and a very excited dog.

    After a quick shower line and dinner, the team debated going to see the new movie, The Odyssey. I was initially very down along with Aarushi, Tatiana, Drew, and Carmen while Nate and Caroline were going to stay back. Unfortunately, I was incredibly behind on my blog writing and had “lapped” as today was my blog day while I still hadn’t finished my blog from last week. Consequently, I decided it was more responsible for me to stay back to finish my blog. Caroline was also convinced to go instead. Nate still stayed back so he could fix his bike that had a tire puncture.

    As the only two people who stayed back, we also got put on laundry hanging duty.

    With that, we ended the night until around 11PM or so. I woke up to the rest of the team stumbling in from their movie and quietly slipping into bed.

    See you next week hopefully not lapped,

    Nunu