In the past week, as riders now know more than just each other's names (i.e. personalities, quirks, and smell when they haven't showered for a while), subtle changes have taken place. Since the novelty of riding and moving around has worn off, our focus has shifted to the personal drama. Kate came up with a brilliant analogy: The Real World. The Real World, for those of you who haven't watched, is a reality series in which a bunch of random, dramatic, and self-centered individuals are thrown into a house for months at a time. Cameras follow them every hook-up, catfight, and bitch slap of the way.
Now take Bike and Build. Thirty people are tossed together for 10 weeks. Every day they are subject to the most extreme physical duress. They live in close quarters with limited amounts of personal time and space. Throw in some sleep deprivation and bad weather, and you have a ticking time bomb on your hands. This is the situation we face.
Now I'm torn. I think things could continue to go as well as they have. This trip has been blessed with a massive number of easygoing people and positive attitudes. But I also think it's naive to deny that some of us (including, and perhaps especially, me) are going to get cranky and fight with one another. Fortunately though, this trip has Craig to all keep us laguhing.
Anyways, this post is more of a venting/ponificating session. Sorry to vomit thought on the page.
If anything major happens on Real World: B&B, I'll let you know. Like when Kim and Dan become an item or when someone realizes their sleeping bag was purposefully left at the last church. But I've said too much already. Shazaam.
Oh, and more pictures!
Craig at the U.S.S. Niagra
Kathy meets her Waterloo.
"You will never guess where we are. Ever." Ian, Penn and I at the Rutherford B. Hayes house.
This high-maintenance poodle with painted pink toenails. Seriously.
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