We would like to thank everybody who came and supported us this week at our Send Off. We made it about two blocks before we realized that we needed gas, and ended up stopped for an hour at the 7-11 (classic). Then we made it two hours into Idaho before we realized the smoke and awful burning smell billowing out of the back of the bus. Our radiator had exploded. We pulled off the highway onto a stretch known as Idahome, and jumped out to turn off the engine and rescue our bikes. That’s how we ended up on the side of the road washing our bikes at 2:00 in the morning while my dad tried to figure out what to do, and diesel trucks driving past rocking our broken down ride.
Here’s a video explaining the route we’ll be taking across the country, cycling from sea to shining sea, spreading the word about trading currencies!
Meet Darrell, Colton, Shawn and their families. Three key members of the Apiary Fund cycling team riding from coast to coast. Shawn’s whole family is going on the trip and he will be trading to support them the whole way. That means he has to make enough to cover hotels, food, and transportation for his family of 10 just by trading a $25,000 Apiary Fund account.
Cue the music, “The Phantom of the office is here!” This version of the popular musical melody could be heard in the office due to the arrival of the quad-copter, which lifted spirits around here. In our frame of mind, we all felt propelled to celebrate.
While we’re trading across the country, we’ll be producing videos following our journey as well as explaining trading concepts. Of course, some aerial shots could really add to the production value so we ordered this remote-controlled helicopter to capture those wide sweeping landscapes.
When you come to a fork in the road, pick it up… and make sure to pack nine more. At least that’s how it is in our family.
A three-month long trip can be exhilarating, but packing can be a real hassle. The number one rule to packing is to pack light, and for a teenage girl who will pack a months worth of clothes for a three-day trip I was doomed to be put in charge of creating “the packing list.”
The first problem I ran into happened to be the number one rule: pack light. How do you pack light when you have 10 people in your family? You have to have 10 of everything! You have 10 toothbrushes, 10 plates, 10 pillows, 10+ pairs of shoes (I say 10+ pairs of shoes because we have little boys in our family who have stinky little feet. The shoes need some time to air out. You’d be amazed how often we have to remind them to change their socks because they seem to forget that you have to change your socks daily). The second problem was the fear of forgetting something. We had a lot of gear we needed to pack and I was overwhelmed. The old adage, “divide and conquer,” finally gave me the direction I needed. The job was too big as a whole, so I divided everything into 5 classifications.
Funny how the older you get, the more you try to sound intelligent. People ask me what I’m looking forward to and I try to say some thoughtful answer about meeting new people, getting out of my comfort zone or seeing new environments. But when you ask a little kid, they give you a honest answer.
Today I took Bridger to a cute little bistro called Cravings. It sells gourmet grilled cheese, which are AMAZING. We were sitting there sipping our ice cold floats, and talking about how weird girls are (the type of conversation a seven year old boy decides on). Tired of trying to defend my gender, I decided to ask Bridger what he was most excited about for our trip this summer. Expecting an enthusiastic response, I was surprised when he didn’t answer.
“Bridger, what are you most excited about for summer?”
How do you fit clothing for a family of 10 (including 5 teenage girls) on one bus? We are about to find out.
I share a room with two of my sisters, and after just one day of laundry at least half of our floor disappears under our mountain of clothes. The pile is so high you could get altitude sickness at the top. After a week of warnings, Mom, also known as the family CEO, finally made us go through the clothes we had gathered over the years and get rid of every stitch of clothing we weren’t using. Three hours later, we ended up with seven bags to give away. Seven! Our strategy for packing includes three phases: reduce, reuse and re-wear. Let me explain.
What type of family would voluntary live on a bus for four months while biking across the country? None. What kind of family would voluntarily go on a four-month adventure testing their physical abilities, meeting new people and basically having the trip of a lifetime? This family! The power of perspective is amazing and our family is excited to see what we can learn from this trip and how it will change our lives. We have all been assigned organizational jobs for this trip so that our unit can function, but we’re also ready to play whenever we can. Meet our family of ten — and join us on our adventure this summer!
Despite being a 40-year old man, despite having nearly 700 hundred miles in cycling workouts this year, and despite having a 5-year track record of relatively good health, my mom insisted I “go see a doctor” before we leave.
Mom. Really? I am not sure if it’s every mom or just mine, but I get nowhere when her mind is made up. And today was no exception. She’s worried about my heart – which is the perfectly logical thing for a loving mother to worry about!
They say the great thing about knowing you’re wrong is that the moment you realize it, you’re right – especially when it comes to being financially fit!
Here is the moment I started to think, “This is wrong.”
We’re planning this amazing transcontinental cycling adventure across America – living solely on the profits I generate from my trading account. I wake up this morning totally jazzed for a day of riding and getting in shape. It’s May 24th and I have one more month to prepare. I have to average of 65 miles a day on the trip, so I think, “I’ll get 50 miles in today.” I get out on the road, I’m feeling good, I’m thinking “I can do this!” Then comes mile 32. I completely bonk. I could not physically ride another mile.