Behold the Beacon. It set a major precident as that was how we spent our first night together. 
I was so scared of this stupid costume when I was younger.
Girls' day out
Shoveling for five hours the day before made me almost drop my bike in multiple times.
Missing lunch that first day. We carry chalk with us in order to mark the route for riders behind, but often end up writing messages.
Flea market in New Hampshire. Full of people pedaling crap I would not touch with a 10-ft pole. One guy came up to me trying to sell me a hooka pipe to attach to my camelbak. He had obviously been smoking too much hooka.
Dan and Christopher, trip leaders. Here, a butterfly landed on Dan and Christopher becgan to serenade it.
The butterfly alighted (i.e. was forced) onto Christopher's nose.
Craig's Duck Basket
Zack! Save yourself! Wear gloves when touching that.
Wringing out other people's chamois.
Born and Bred.
I am proud to say this was entirely my idea. 
I woke up to find this picture on my camera.
Yes, these are my friends.
This bike shop in Vermont had chickens roaming around the backyard.
You can thank me for that design.
Priceless. I whipped out my photo to take an action shot of john going over the pass and accidently took a shot of myself mid-climb.
Best road sign ever.
With Craig on the ferry to New York.
Lunch on the Hudson.
Come Hither Jesus. The signature reads: "With Love, J"
Spelling in middle America.
Niagra!
Fireworks on the falls!
The Bike and Build calendar idea is most wholeheartedly rejected. And Isaiah, please lets keep that tan under wraps.
Hellloooooooo Cleveland!
Best lake party. Ever.
The sunset couldn't really be captured.
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