Growing up, I never would have considered biking from Mechanicsburg to Hershey. Not only did it seem like a distance only achievable by car, but there wasn’t a great route. It’s funny how things change…after the miles and roads logged on this trip, 30 miles and the lac...

Day 7

Bake and his roommate, Dan, were up early to start their day at work – I was reminded that it was a weekday and people had responsibilities…lately, all Sam and I had on our mind was biking.

We took the incline to the bottom of Mt. Washington. To be honest, I had no...

Day 6:

The morning of our 5th day of cycling, we woke in Columbus well-rested. Allison and Adam, an amazing couple who could easily run a B and B, cooked us a beautiful breakfast and served us coffee and orange juice. We couldn’t help but reflect of the morning before a...

Day 3:

Waking up from the comfort of lambda chi’s frat pad was difficult to say the least – our legs felt more like wooden pegs after the century-and-then-some ride of yesterday. We knew precious minutes were passing that we had pledged to bike, however, and so we rouse...

As we woke up on the second day of our trip, we felt like post-apocalyptic elementary school survivors. The classroom still had chalkboard taunts written on it from when the school was shut down several years earlier. With “Jake loves Lisa” and “Kevin is a butt” on the...

We arrived in at Midway with our biking gear and were picked up by Sam’s Aunt Debbie Wilbur at the airport. After loading up, Aunt Debbie (a Chicago local) gave us a wonderful tour of Chicago in a way that only a local could. As medical students, we were excited to tou...