In my thirteenth year of life, I was a fat adolescent with few dreams but of one day having sex.  My days consisted of stealing construction materials from nearby homesites to build a "fort" with my friends, reading the Alrfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators series for young boys (like the Hardy Boys, only better), tending my garden and hoping to maintain a decent grade-point average.

One day I conceived of a dream.  It fit in with two passions of mine. One was bike riding, the other was Colorado, where I was born.   In spite of the fact that I lived many people's dream of residing in Hawaii, I'd always missed Colorado and the four seasons and the Rockies. 

I loved bike-riding, but there were two pitfalls for me.  One was that I lived on an extremely steep hill, where bike riding was next to impossible.  The other was that I'd had three nice Raleigh Grand Prixs stolen from me.

And so the dream was of riding from California to Denver.  Of course, even on a nice new ten-speed and given my youth, attempting such an endeavor across the Nevada desert would have been folly, methinks.  But I thought about it a great deal, consulting with my elders (people my own age would have just laughed), and for the most part received a lot of wisdom that bespoke of caution, fear, and downright disapproval. 

And so, until 1997, the dream remained dormant, waiting to one day be fulfilled.  And thus, this website is dedicated to the pursuit and accomplishment of one's dreams. 

The site is divided into two distinct parts, as was my journey.  From New York City to Denver, and from Denver to Florence, Oregon.

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