Departure on May 26, 2009 from Yorktown, VA

Thank you to those of you who made donations to support Multiple Sclerosis as I rode across the country this summer. I have ridden in 12 MS 150 Bike Tours since 2000 and this marked my 13th ride to support MS.

The trip was a success as I completed over 4,263 miles from Yorktown, VA to Portland, OR and then down the coast to San Francisco, CA between May 26, 2009 and August 19, 2009 (86 days). I met lots of amazing people along the way and pedaled through 13 states and saw lots of beautiful scenery. I feel like I’ve now seen some of the United States, but I still would like to see more!

I have many memories from the trip and I would love to share them all, but that would be impossible. The easiest way is to skim through my lengthy blog over the past 86 days as I kept a daily journal for all that happened and all those people we met along the way.

The first few states were pretty ‘familiar’ as far as scenery goes – I hadn’t been to Kentucky before, but western Kentucky was quite similar to Virginia with lots of horse farms and open fields and such. Eastern Kentucky was a little more poverty-stricken and lots of trash on the sides of the roads, poor road conditions with holes that you had to be really careful not to hit! I picked up a staple from the road in eastern Kentucky and wound up with my first flat tire of the trip. We only briefly saw Illinois (I think we spent 2 days biking through southern Illinois), but we met some really fun people, namely two motorcyclists who invited us to their home to camp outside, grill, and play in the lake. Also, we saw Superman in Metropolis, IL which was off-route and not planned. As it happened, we had bike problems that day and had to hitch-hike 70 miles to a bike shop to get a new chain for George’s bike. Missouri was humid as anything and had lots of hills as we were crossing in the Ozarks.

About 40 miles outside of Springfield, Missouri, my shifter cable broke and I wound up hitching 40 miles to a bike shop to get a tune-up and get that fixed. I also had seen civilization for the first time since I started the trip – Springfield was the largest city I’d come to since I left the Northern VA area in May. We pedaled through Missouri in 6 days and then reached Kansas where we switched our sleeping and biking habits and started sleeping during the day at fire stations, libraries, and churches so that we could bike during the night to avoid the 115 degree heat and humidity. It worked fairly well, except that I biked the entire state of Kansas carrying a viral infection, only to find out my second day in Colorado.

Just 70 miles east of Pueblo, Colorado in a tiny hamlet called Arlington, I found myself extremely sick and unable to continue pedaling. I stopped and told the guys I was with I wouldn’t be going any further. This was my last opportunity to find someone who could help me – there were approximately three houses and a few trees for shade. I stopped, rested, and when I wasn’t feeling better, I walked to a house to see if someone was home who could drive me to a doctor. A nice man, by the name of C.D. Anderson said he’d give me a ride to Ordway, CO (25 miles west). We rode there and the clinic said I needed to get to a hospital, but the next closest one was in Pueblo. He gave me a ride further, another 45 miles or so to the hospital where I got sick again and admitted myself to the Emergency Room. There I spent the next five and a half hours on a bed in the ER receiving saline and anti-nausea medicine. I slept on and off but it was nearly impossible since it was the ER and there were plenty of people there making noise. By 6:30pm or so, I was released from the hospital and told they couldn’t keep me – however, I was so lucky to have distant relatives come and rescue me and take me home with them to Westcliffe to spend some days recuperating.

A few days later, thanks to the generosity of a complete stranger (Cindi) from Westcliffe, I had a car to borrow and found myself driving to Denver to visit a friend from college. I unfortunately got sick again and at this point was very frustrated and didn’t know what was wrong. This was the only point in my trip where I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to continue if the virus didn’t get out of my system. I slept and rested for another day or two and then went whitewater rafting (already had reservations made) and then drove to Estes Park to see the beautiful Rocky Mountains and take photos.

Riding dirt bikes with Chase in Colorado.

I finally got on my bike again almost two weeks after getting sick and started to pedal by myself for a couple days to meet up with Chase, my biking partner for the second half of the trip. I found myself spending a couple unplanned days in Salida, Colorado where I met Mike, who showed me around town, and then guided me up my first 14er, Mt. Elbert. It was incredible being on the highest mountain in Colorado and one of the highest in the lower 48 states! Afterwards, I climbed 26 miles up and over the Continental Divide at Monarch Pass which was at 11,312 feet! At the top of the pass, I was greeted by Chase who randomly found me and I rode down the other side of the mountain and then hitched back to Pitkin where he and his family had rented a cabin for a few days. A few days were spent in Pitkin and Ohio City, Colorado with Chase’s family before we hit the road again July 14^th.

The adventures really picked up once Chase and I met and started riding together – we found ourselves first riding a short-cut from Telluride, CO to Moab, UT in two days and meeting a really nice woman by the name of Lauren. As it turns out, she invited us to have dinner with her (grilled steak and peppers along with pickled asparagus) and sleep in her camper van just outside of Paradox, CO. We then met Wayne, who gave us a lift from La Sal Junction to Moab and then into Arches National Park, where we wound up touring the park for four hours together. It was a great time and nice since Wayne hadn’t had an opportunity to see the park before so we all benefited! After Moab, we rode down to Monticello (I had to pick up mail) and then onward to Hite, UT (Lake Powell). This was one of the worst days (from Blanding, UT to Hite, UT) as the heat was on and the 88 mile stretch of no services didn’t help. We had to each carry 1.5 gallons of water and pedaled all day to get to Hite where we both felt like collapsing.

Long story short, we ended up catching a ride with Jack and his 7-year old (they were from the L.A. area) from Lake Powell in Utah all the way up to the Yellowstone National Park in the northwest corner of Wyoming! We were basically on their family vacation for 3 days and it was amazing. We had such a great time! Once we parted from Jack and David, we left to go to West Yellowstone where we ran into 5 guys that Chase last biked with in Missouri! Who knew we’d end up on the Transamerican Route in Montana weeks later and run into them! They were 5 guys who graduated this year from JMU and were doing the full Transamerican Route.

So a few more mile of pedaling we rode through Montana to Missoula where I bumped into my best friend’s ex-husband in a bike shop, saw my last chiropractor of the trip (6^th one), got my second flat tire, and did my last long uphill climb of 46 miles over Lolo Pass into Idaho! Just into Idaho, we met a great family from Frederick, Maryland who invited us to eat dinner with them and camp with them. We checked out some hot springs in Idaho before sluggishly reaching Washington where Chase wound up with another flat tire. Thanks again to nice people, we camped with a couple from British Columbia at a campground in Washington, camped on someone’s front porch in Walla Walla, Washington, and found ourselves chased out of a campground after we spotted three large snakes. Needless to say, we camped on the side of the road that night only 6 miles from the campground and exhausted we were after covering 106 miles in the blazing heat with some headwinds too!

Arrival in Oregon!

Finally into Oregon, we were getting exciting for reaching Portland. But it wasn’t over yet! We hit horribly strong headwinds in the Columbia River Gorge (apparently the windsurfing capital of the world), yet no one forewarned us of this! We battled the headwinds for a good 100 miles or so (on and off with the intensity), but once we were within 150 miles of Portland, the winds were really terrible! Chase wasn’t liking it and nor was I. We agreed to hitch-hike the last 90 miles into Portland so we wouldn’t pedal away for 2 more days to get there and instead could enjoy seeing Portland before having to continue down the coast (or in Chase’s case, before he had to fly home).

On August 9^th, we reached the Pacific Coast at Cannon Beach, Oregon. I had 3,570 miles at this point. Our last evening of the ride (coast to coast), we had to camp in a city park as all the campgrounds were full and the motels/hotels were all booked up. So to make our story more fun, we were awoken at 5:55am by two police officers saying “Police Department” multiple times outside the tent. We had camped illegally and they came to ask us to leave and well to check out whether or there were any warrants on either of us. We checked out okay and packed up and went on our way. We hitched back to Portland and spent a few more days there with Alina and Josh (high school friends).

The last leg of the trip consisted of me biking down the coast by myself from Nescowin, OR to San Francisco, CA. It was somewhere around 690 miles that I covered from August 11^th to August 19^th with no rest days. I met a lot of really nice people along the way and rode with several groups of riders as well. I met four motorcyclists from Victoria in British Columbia in Bandon, OR and then met again in Brookings, OR the next day, 100 miles later. It was fun to see the same faces again on several occasions and we really had a great time exchanging stories and hanging out at the campsites.

Arrival in San Francisco, CA - End Destination!

At last, I reached San Francisco on August 19^th around 6pm after riding 72 miles my last day. The ride was pretty easy with a few hills, but nothing major, and the sun was out for the majority of the day – only once I got into the bay area did the fog really begin to surround you. From August 19^th until August 25^th, I spent the time in San Francisco sampling some of the most delicious ethnic food while hanging out with one of my best friends — Iman, who flew out to meet me! We departed on August 25^th on a train back across the country which was just an amazing experience filled with meeting many more people, hanging out with Thane and Brenda from Sioux Falls and playing cards, and joking around with the Amtrak staff. Arrival into DC was mixed – the trip was officially over and I would have to re-acclimate to life back home with a full-time job and deal with the other surprises in life.

Thanks to all of you who helped me out along the way or supported me in one way or another to make this trip happen. The messages of appreciation and congratulations really meant a lot to me when I finished and I’m very grateful to the friends, family, and co-workers who encouraged me, supported me, and helped me make this a reality. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Thanks to you all!

I woke up at 3:15am and then Chase slowly got up – we ate a bagel and then slowly started up the road out of the camping area to Route 95. Chase was really sluggish and looked like he was about to die. I waited up for him several times along the 2.5 mile hill to the main road and asked if he wanted to just wait and not ride. He looked pathetic and dead practically. He was completely drained and exhausted, yet was still drinking tons of water. We got to the main road and stopped and then Chase sat down and rested and before we knew it, we were on the side of the road for 2 hours just laying down and he started to fall asleep. I tried to get us a ride to Hanksville because he wasn’t feeling well enough to bike and was just too drained. The unfortunate thing was there was almost no traffic whatsoever. We saw maybe 4 cars in 2 hours, and 3 of them going the wrong way. One going the way we needed to go, but they didn’t have space and said they were just going to find cell service.

Chase not feeling so great and sleeping on the side of the road while we hope for someone to let us hitch-hike to Hanksville

So onward we went and left about 8:00 and slowly started biking. We had a few nice hills to climb and then about 10 miles in, we stopped so Chase could take a break and try and feel better. He was still feeling pretty crumby and all and then he rested on a bank on the side of the road and before I knew it, he had fallen asleep. I stayed awake in case a truck came by that would be able to give us a ride to Hanksville. A short bit later a truck came by pulling a boat – I tried to flag him down and he didn’t want to stop, but then did. It was an older man and he was pretty skeptical of me and Chase. He was asking questions about if I was Christian, if Chase was, and if I was with a guy or girl, and then saying that in today’s world, I shouldn’t be hitch-hiking. It was a bit weird…and then he said he’d give us a ride if he could preach to us about God. While we were talking to him and trying to figure out if and how we could fit our bikes and gear in his boat, another pick-up truck stopped to see if he could help.

Jack's truck piled with camping stuff and then our bikes and gear!

The other pick-up was pretty full, but we seemed to think it’d be better if we got a ride with him instead of the older man. The young guy and his kid are on vacation and heading to Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming. So that sounded great, especially since Chase and I talked about the possibility or feasibility of getting to the Transamerican Route. So we swapped our bags out of the first truck into the second and piled into the truck with Jack and his 7-year old son David. The truck’s completely full and piled high both in the bed and in the cab. Off we go to Hanksville. There we discuss our option to continue to Yellowstone National Park with Jack and David or to stay in Hanksville and rest and hope that Chase has it in him to continue through the desert of Nevada and the rest of Utah.

Welcome to Wyoming!

We decide to continue on for the adventure and see what happens – we’ll pick up with the original Transamerican Route in Yellowstone and then ride to Astoria, Oregon most likely. We’ll figure that out later once we see some maps and can figure out how many miles it is to Astoria from Yellowstone. I imagine we’ll tack on some extra miles going this way as our ride from southern Utah into Wyoming was really just north bound for 700 miles or so, so we didn’t gain or lose any miles east or west. It’s been a great ride thus far and we just crossed into Wyoming – who would have expected we’d be here on this ride? At least we’ll now escape the desert and get into more scenic areas in Montana, Idaho, and Oregon.

Our campsite at Buckboard Campground in Flaming Gorge, Wyoming

We pull into the campground around 8pm or shortly before and set up camp, then start to cook food. Jack had hamburgers, BBQ chips, grapes, striper fish from Lake Powell (the older man who stopped to give us a ride had caught it and gave one to Jack). We finished the night up with a campfire and smores and then off to bed.

Let the adventures continue!

GPS Stats (hitch-hiking + biking):
366.16 miles
08:02 moving time

Computer Stats (bicycle-riden portion):
11.54 miles
01:30:54 moving time
7.5 avg speed
40.0 max speed

After such a long day yesterday (I biked 7+ hours but waited in Monticello for 8.5 hours for Chase), we decided not to set an alarm last night, so that we could sleep as long as possible (until the sun came up). We both didn’t have much sleep the night before, so it was good to sleep. We woke up naturally due to the sun rising – got up at 7am and packed up and rolled out from Blanding around 8:30am.

We were heading for Lake Powell today and had a pretty long climb, 13 miles with some steep grades, as much as 10%. We just took it slow and kept on pedaling. Along the way, another cyclist (part-timer, named Mark) showed up and chatted with Chase for a bit (I was a good bit ahead on the hill climbing)…and I kept on going, and then eventually Mark said bye to Chase and caught up to me and we chatted for a bit. After reaching the top of the climb at 7,110 feet or so, I stopped and waited for Chase to catch up and we snacked a little and then started the 40ish mile descent down to Lake Powell. We thought it’d be a piece of cake, but it proved more difficult than we were expecting.

Climbing up over a smallish mountain enroute to Lake Powell

30 miles into the ride and just as we were descending from the big climb, the clouds above started to look a bit ugly. We saw the skies were changing really rapidly and then a few raindrops fell. Before we knew it, we were caught in a torrential downpour of rain and then hail – my first hailstorm on the trip, and hopefully the last one. It was pretty intense and lasted about 15 miles with us racing to outrun the storm 3 times. We were going about 20-25 mph to try to outrun the storm and we did, but then we ran into a couple of other touring cylists, Aaron and Seth. They started in Portland, Oregon and rode down to San Francisco and now are riding to Yorktown, VA. While chatting, of course the storm caught up and it started to hail again on us. We said our quick byes and then started pedaling fast to outrun the storm again – and we did. Finally, we were storm-free and past the ugly clouds.

Lake Powell, Utah

We still had 30+ miles to go and it was supposed to be primarily downhill, but it was more unhill than we knew or expected. The sun had come back out and we hit a few headwinds and it was pretty brutal. Chase was really beat – I had gone ahead a bit to try to get to the store before 5:30pm when it was supposed to close (according to the cyclists we met yesterday). I was just cranking as hard and fast as I could in hopes of making the store before it closed. About 5 miles from the store I decided to stop and wait for Chase, since it didn’t look like I’d get there in time – there was still one big hill to do, and I didn’t know how long it would be. A little while later Chase showed up and we climbed to the end and rode into Hite (Lake Powell) and stopped at the bathrooms to get water and clean up. We were so exhausted we just stayed outside the bathrooms. I have never seen two pathetic people so exhausted and drained from the day and the heat we endured. Chase was beyond pathetic and pooped – we looked like we could fall over and just go to sleep for hours on end. We continud to hydrate (we’d already gone through all of our water during the day – and then on top of that continued to drink a ton). I cleaned up in the bathroom and then started to cook shells and cheese for us. We split that and were still hungry, so I made fettucini with spaghetti and alfredo sauce mixed. We finished that off, cleaned off, and then moved our bikes behind the bathrooms and I set up the tent and crawled in and fell asleep till 3:15am.

Cooking outside of the bathrooms at Lake Powell

GPS Stats:
80.5 miles
06:57 moving time
11.6 avg speed
49.8 max speed

Computer Stats:
81.38 miles
06:48:51
11.9 avg speed
51.0 max speed

I woke up really early this morning after staying two nights at the Lazy Lizard Hostel in Moab for $9/night (not bad at all). Chase went out with a couple girls from the hostel and was having a good time and didn’t come back till 2:45 or so. Needless to say, he wasn’t ready to get up at 4:45 when my alarm went off (we had planned to get an early start as we’d heard it would be 100+ degrees today). I got up and asked Chase if he was coming. He said no and so I headed out on my own at 5:30 in the morning. I had to get to Monticello to pick up mail (a water pump that a friend got and mailed to me). I figured it couldn’t be a bad investment for getting across the desert in the heat – with hopes that we’d find water somewhere if there weren’t any service stops.

Lots o' water

I rode all morning and the first 15 or so miles were slightly sluggish and I hit a patch of construction on a hill, so had to bike on the shoulder as far over as possible with oncoming traffic in my lane – not very fun, but luckily I only had to deal with two rotations of oncoming traffic. After the first 15 miles it seemed like things picked up a bit. As I was riding down a hill, a car was parked below on the side of the road – as I rode by, a man was standing outside his car and started clapping and turns out he was from Washington DC (by looking at the license plates), so that was kind of neat. I’ve had a few encounters where people start applauding and really giving you thumbs up for riding across the country with all the heavy gear. It happened the other day when I was riding up the mountain to La Sal – a big semi truck was coming down the mountain as I was going up and both the driver and passenger started applauding as I pedaled up. They must have thought I was crazy since they shook their heads too with a funny smile on their faces.

I reached Monticello about 5 hours and 15 minutes later (pedal time) after climbing one fairly large hill (about 2 miles long) and maybe 6-7 % grade. Once at the top of the hill, it was all relatively flat or downhill into Monticello. I got there just a couple minutes before noon and went and picked up my mail and then met up with a couchsurfer that I’d been in touch with. Nicky and I went to grab lunch at the Peace Tree which had excellent paninis and macaroni salad!

After lunch, I went to the library to update the site a little and check email – then I got really sleepy (I’d only slept 4 hours prior to waking up). After the library, I packed up my computer and went out underneath a tree to take a cat nap for about 20 minutes or so. Then I walked down to the post office to mail a couple things and then just hung out at the Peace Tree waiting for Chase to show up. He finally appeared to town at 7pm, just as I was sending him a message that I was going to continue on to Blanding and would see him there. He arrived and wanted to eat so I stayed and we went to a pizza place and he got pizza and then we finally left there abotu 8:30pm after running into two other touring cyclists coming from San Francisco and were heading to Brooklyn.

We rode for about an hour and 45 minutes until we reached Blanding – we got there about 10:15pm, just 15 minutes before Subway closed. We got a sandwich and split it and then refilled water bottles – each of us has well over a gallon of water a piece in water bottles. Once refilled we went in search of a park or place to camp in town – explored the city park, but it was a bit out in the open, so we opted not to sleep there. Then rode to another park, but couldn’t really make out what was going on there – lots of low shrubs/bushes to the ground and red dirt, so that didn’t appeal too much either. Plus some cacti too – not too great for our tires. (Chase had a flat in the morning when he went out to his bike ready to leave Moab – apparently a thorn got caught in his tire).

Finally, we settled on camping behind a school under an overhang – we just rolled out our mats and sleeping bags on the cement and called it a night. It was actually quite pleasant and no one bothered us.

Our camping spot behind a school in Blanding

GPS Stats:
76.20 miles
07:20 moving time
10.4 avg speed
38.6 max speed

Computer Stats:
78.20 miles
07:19:49 moving time
10.6 avg speed
39.5 max speed
2,584.88 total pedaled miles to date

This morning we met up with Colleen and went to visit Canyonlands together (by car) – it was amazing. Really awesome views of the canyons and all – the only downside was the awful heat. It was blazing hot and the sun was out the entire day. We did some small hikes into see a few arches or viewpoints and they were amazing – really stunning views and incredible scenery. Photos will be posted soon. We even had to take a nap in the hot car because we were all so exhausted from the heat/sun and couldn’t get the energy up to go to the last viewpoint before taking a nap. So we napped for a short bit and then got up 10 minutes of energy for the last viewpoint. It was pretty cool – similar, yet different from the Grand Canyon.

Me jumping around in Canyonlands

We got back to the hostel around 5:30 and then Chase and I went downtown to Moab and stopped in a couple bike shops in hopes of finding a double bike bottle cage to fit behind my seat, but at last, there were none to be found. Instead, I just invested in a couple bungee cords to strap more water bottles onto my bike. We’ll need anywhere from 1-2 gallons of water per person to get through the desert and Utah where there are no services for 75-80 miles. It’s going to be brutal, but we’ll be carrying tons of water… 1 gallon = 8.3 pounds! That’s the major downside there.

Me and Chase in Canyonlands

But we had dinner at an italian place in Moab and it was good – I got their special of penne pasta with red meat sauce and garlic bread..yummy and filling. Tempted to get ice cream afterwards, but we passed on that since we’re getting rather fat these days…all that ice cream and lack of biking, huh? Guess we better get back to pedaling here soon!

Tomorrow we’re aiming for Blanding, Utah – I have to pick up a water pump in the mail in Monticello and if we’re too exhausted to go any further, we’ll probably just crash there at a couchsurfer’s house possibly. We’ll see, but I really hope we make it to Blanding since we have 74 miles of no services from Blanding onward…and we need to do that on a fresh day with lots of water stocked up!

So that’s it for now – we’re staying in the Lazy Lizard Hostel – room of 8 beds and really friendly people. And best of all, it’s only $9/night – how amazing is that for a hostel in the US? Hot showers too, a kitchen one can use, a common room, and free wi-fi (pronounced of course wee-fee, according to an older man we met in Ohio City, CO last week)… and he also says “yay-hoo” instead of ‘yahoo’ – interesting guy he was. So whenever we are looking for wi-fi or internet we joke about how he mispronounced everything and said kgs instead of Kilobytes or Gigabytes… silly ole man

Well we didn’t wake up at 5:30am like we’d hoped – the alarm went off and I immediately turned it off. I was exhausted, but thankfully Lauren knew we wanted to leave early and she woke up early anyway, so she came and woke us up about 6:30am in the camper van that we slept in. So that was definitely nice and then she offered to make us a breakfast burrito, so we had egg, cheese, spinach, and tomato in the burrito – amazing! We departed about 7:30am and climbed for a good number of miles – about 14 or so before we were finally able to try and enjoy some downhill, only to be mixed with some really heavy headwinds. The winds were terrible – I was going downhill at one point, but crawling at 5mph pedaling. Finally about 12 miles later and we were at the bottom of the downhill portion and at La Sal Junction where Utah Hwy 46 intersects with Hwy 191 that goes to Monticello and Moab. I tried getting info from Google on when Arches National Park closes, but was unsuccessful (google failed me). It was now about 11:30 or so and I was wondering if we’d make it to Arches in time since the wind was so horrible. I figured the park would close at 5pm or something and we still had 30 or so odd miles to go. Chase and I debated what to do and then I just decided to ask the next person driving out of La Sal and turning right towards Moab if he was going to Moab and if we could get a ride. Sure enough, we lucked out – Wayne was heading to Moab to do some errands and had space to give us and our bikes a ride.

We threw our stuff in the back of his truck and hopped in and rode about 25 miles to Moab and then before we knew it we were at the grocery store picking up lunch items to take into the park and then off to Arches. We were able to convince Wayne to even join us for the park visit, so we just hung out all afternoon with Wayne while visiting all the arches and everything. It was great – the park really wouldn’t have been nearly as enjoyable if we had to bike it – the roads were narrow without any shoulders and it was hilly…and HOT. It was 102 degrees and the sun just blazing down on us, so we were very grateful that Wayne also wanted to see the park and had the time. He hadn’t been before so it worked out well that we all visited the park together. We had a nice lunch up underneath one of the arches in Windows and I climbed up another arch across the way – but it was super hot, I climbed barefoot. Amazing view from above though, but I didn’t climb with my camera – I was just trying to be super careful that I didn’t slip or fall and that no matter how I got up, I had a way down without risking any chance of falling. It was amazing though.

So we spent about 4+ hours in the park and got lots of photos and then Wayne drove us back to Moab and we unloaded the bikes and each ate two snickers ice cream bars before splitting ways.

Afterwards, Chase and I went to the laudromat to do laundry and I started transferring photos to the computer. Once done we rode up to the Lazy Lizard Hostel in Moab and got a bunk in a dorm for $9/night, so not bad. It’s air-conditioned too which helps and cheaper than camping, believe it or not. We unpacked, showere, and then rode our bikes back down into Moab’s restaurant area and grabbed a bite to eat at Hogi Yogi where we had spicy hot chicken on rice, a drink, and ice cream. Back to the hostel afterwards to catch up on photo album stuff and then crashed around 1am.

GPS Stats: (Arches and biking portion)
105.3 miles
66.0 max speed
20.2 avg speed
05:13 moving time

Computer Stats:
25.7 miles
33.3 max speed
9.0 avg speed
02:51 moving time