Muddy Angels Day 7: East Brunswick to Collingdale

Today is the last day of our ride.  It’s hard to believe.  It feels like we just started and yet I somehow have trouble relating to my life outside this journey, as if I’ve been doing this so long that I can’t clearly remember what was before.

In truth, we’re about to ride into our seventh state in as many days.  I’m tired, sore, and my bike is broken.  Part of me is ready for this to be over but a greater part wants to keep riding.  Beyond today, beyond tomorrow, to keep riding with this group of friends whom I’ve just met and yet know intimately.  We’ve ridden, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve sweat, we’ve hurt, and we’ve healed.

This has been an incredible journey for me in many ways.  I haven’t yet seemed to process some part of it and its meaning in my life.  There is a significance beyond words, beyond pictures and posts, beyond the miles and the days, perhaps even beyond the names we read when we stop and that we carry around our necks.

But for this moment, the sun has risen and the sky has ceased it’s rain.  We have many miles to go before we’re done, so…we ride. Continue Reading →

Muddy Angels Day 6: New York to East Bunswick

On day 6 of our ride, we depart Manhattan on our way to New Jersey.  After touring the city by foot last night, we’re eager to experience it from the saddle and in the light of day.

Sadly, a Manhattan hotel does not make an ideal bike repair location so my broken derailleur is still just that, broken.  Fortunately, with the rear derailleur maintaining tension, I can set the bike to a fixed chainring and ride on.  It’s not perfect, but should be more than enough for the flat streets of the island. Continue Reading →