Anyway, so the truck's in the shop, so I'm biking around for my errands. Paid the rent, got verbally assaulted by a stranger, had like a five minute unintentional emotional breakdown in the City Year office, got a lot of late fees at the library, etc. Go home. Talked to my poor dad about his technology emergency ("Where did the picture on the TV go?"). Get a call from new job and they're like, hey, fill out this paperwork. So I get on the bike to head to the East Side, and of course when I get downtown I get a fucking flat tire, some thingy stabbed right into it. Great, no car, no bike. At least I have an iPod, right? Well, that worked for about ten minutes until it died on an apparently partially...

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We stopped when we were tired and kept going when we weren't. When she came back to Marshall this week she had a lot of stories to tell about her bike trip through North and South America, and Europe. So they decided to fly to Europe, and starting from Portugal biked to the Arctic Circle in Norway and back down to Denmark, before medical problems Lawrence suffered forced them to abandon their trip three weeks early. Aubin and Lawrence rode steel-framed bikes with four bags mounted on each. In June, 2010 At. Aubin and Lawrence set off from the east coast to the west coast along the top tier of states, then down through the Americas to the tip of Tierra del Fuego. They carried clothes, tent, tools, sleeping bag, food for four days, and in places like the Altacama Desert in Chile, lots and lots of water. They didn't have a problem changing their route plans, because they didn't have one.

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