I Climbed a Mountain And Turned Around…Then the Landslide almost brought me down…

“I climbed a mountain then turned around… saw my reflection in the snow covered hills till the landslide brought me down”


Life for me is like a mountain. I’m always climbing reaching for a life that means something. For now spending my time riding bikes while alternating between college every fall is the ultimate enjoyment. Sure, it’s tough. Rewards are far and few in-between but does that matter…

Riding bikes in the lovely winter out here in Georgia is the life. In these moments life seems easy everything is carefree…you simply ride. Riding is enough. My mind is to busy to calculate…pressing through the pain as as the group surges along. In these moments I’m to busy to acknowledge life outside of cycling despite the warnings whispers. I hear a lot of ‘there’s no money in cycling’ …

Finish your degree get a real job… thoughts like these add to the pile of woes pressing the carefree moments down…submerging me.

Instances like these cause me to dig deep to clutch the most important thoughts.

First of all I was never worried about money.  I have the rest of my life to spend in the office plugging away, calculating numbers,earning for the weekends.

Cycling goals may not be forever but for now I choose this life. These goals may change in a year or two but I’ll be dammed if I’ll let others opinions dictate my life.

I simply want to live life. Youth is not eternal I choose to spend mine wisely.

I love riding bikes and getting to meet beautiful people all at different points in life striving for their goals or dreams.

You never know maybe along the way I might just find my calling. Maybe it won’t be bikes. If that falls through you might just see me backpacking across Europe putting that Irish passport to use. 😉 But I’ll never know I guess I’ll just have to keep meandering along.

See you out there.


Adventures in Europe “Stressed Arrival”

Drifting off in between sleeplessness I could swear I’m on a flight to another country millions of miles away. Is that a dream…as a shaking begins to jostle me into a alert stage I hear the call for seat belts to be fastened and now I surely know it is real. I look across at my fellow passengers and see the brightly lit sunrise beginning to peak up over the city we shall shortly be landing in Manchester, United Kingdom.



                                                                        Lancaster Campus


After a rather rough landing I find myself off the airplane walking toward a bus which would then shuttle us to the airport security check through. If your rather in doubt of where your headed be sure to follow the crowd which in most cases brings to the correct destination. As I round the corner I say goodbye to the line of American Passport holders with my Irish passport in hand…”suckers”, perks of being a Irish Citizen as well as American. Passing through the checkpoint I head to luggage claim where the shits about to get real.


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I see my luggage and my two bike bags, WOOOO my baby made it! I have now grabbed all bags off of the carousel and have proceeded to grab a trolley for my luggage, but to my dismay the trolley will not pull out…at this point I am severely yanking on the trolley when I look over and watch another person casually pull one out by inserting a pound. I have all my luggage surrounding me but no way to transport it across the station to the shuttle waiting to pick me up. Alright now I am thinking am I the only idiot that doesn’t think ahead…why didn’t I have cash. I spot a cash machine to the left that exchanges money. The machine is in line of site so if I leave my baggage I would still be able to keep a eye on it. I go over and insert card after card without success; now I am really bewildered. I had planned this tripped months ahead but failed to think over a simple scenario like this one. As I am inserting another card a nice person asks me if I needed one of these handing me a pound. Which at this moment seemed like a million dollars. I was ecstatic thanking the kind lady and proceeded to grab the trolley and collect the gaggle of bags.


                                                                        Campus Map


Tip: Always pull out money when traveling abroad incase your card has problems (If your like me you will probably read tips like this but fail to implement said tip. Just know you are destined to learn lessons the hard way.

I began my struggle with finding the right direction after asking numerous people then I am on my trek across the skywalk with my trolley piled high. The bags are towering higher than my height of 5,6 and I am constantly craning my neck right then left then right…as I trek down the walk way.  I can only think that I have at least over 150 lbs situated on the trolley who’s wheels seem to be unfortunately wining from the weight. After asking yet another person I take yet another elevator to walk around the corner to see the most beautiful site welcome Lancaster shuttle.

Tip 2: If your university says you are only allowed two bags on the shuttle completely ignore these instructions if you’re a cyclist who loves to bike. If you’re a normal person with excessive baggage problems or a bag entirely devoted to shoes then by all means you should be governed by these limits.  I however only have two bags.

My two bike bags are not included in this count right? I swear I’m not one of those dramatic people I just really really love to bike madam.

The nice young lady retires her demand of only two bags and finally gives in after my persuasive rant. Either that or her volunteer leadership position as a abroad coordinator wasn’t enough for these types of problems; either way I found myself on the bus with plenty of room heading for my new home in a different country with no cash at my disposal, jetlagged, and entirely too tired to be dealing with any more problems in my current mind state. I should have been soundly asleep in my bed in the United States with a time read of 4:00 AM but instead I had jumped 6 hours ahead to 9.30 am completely ignoring any sleep regulation and my adrenaline of new…new…new was slowly starting to wear off leaving a completely disoriented, braindead 23 year old.

                                                 First week of pictures upon my arrival


                                                                     1st dinner



                                                                          First Meal

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1st long ride
1st long ride
Cars backwards
1st long ride
Bay area
2nd Lune Group Ride
Ride researching
Lovely tree

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I was almost completely incapacitated the entire ride to Lancaster past check in then into my room finally closing the door along with my eyes.

When I had reawakened the first thing that grips my mind of course is my unopened bike bag. Having fully regained my cognitive abilities I began the struggle of rebuilding my bike.

Everything seemed to be going well except for the fact that my stem cap and bolt that I am furiously trying to screw in continues to turn with the top cap. As usual I figure I messed up somewhere along the way. So of course I resort to google and find the first bike shop located a couple miles away. Google to the rescue what would we do without google.

The only bad thing about my bike was that it had no turning capabilities. The good thing is you can still ride it straight of course. There was no way I was planning to walk a perfect rollable bike. I tentatively started out at a few miles slowly winding the mph up while pedaling.  Lucky no incidents happened I just kept getting disorientating feeling to go to the right side of the road on every turn it was rather disturbing. The simplest thing as turning your head over your shoulder to look left and then realizing your are on the left side and looking over the right shoulder would be the appropriate course of action. After arriving safely and some discussion with the mechanic we came to the conclusion that the inflator piece had slipped down within the fork forcing us to turn the bike upside down and knock it out. Sorting this problem out and tightening the cap we run into rather stiff staring in the head tube from side to side. Apparently I had managed to put one of the bearings on upside down. Jeeez wonder how that happened…


After asking the nice gentleman a million or so questions I managed to get the lowdown on the group rides in the area while the bike problem was successfully solved. Thanking the gentleman as I was leaving I managed to get a “CHEERS” in response. Little did I know this puzzling response would  evolve into a habit of mine after much interaction with the lovely british people. The most annoying thing I learned people greet you with when they see you is “you alright”. No matter how many times people greet me with “you alright” it still implies to me that I am unwell or do not look as I normally look. Your implying to me that I do not look OK British people. Alight enough of my rant so I have made my way home and am settling in at Lancaster University. Prepare to look for another post about my first adventure mountain biking in Scotland. Which managed to replace various other places as my favorite place in the World. If I would to describe Scotland I would so with words like


Amaze Balls



A home away from home




These words still can not do it justice. There are some places in the world that you simply feel you belong and will always call your name.

img_6312                                                   Sneak Peak Scotland Mountains


Stressed Departure “Adventures in Europe”

I have been planning to take a trip to Europe ever since I can remember, and it finally become a reality this October 1st. This was the day my study abroad journey began. The days before the journey were smooth sailing as I packed everything I thought I would need. The most import piece of my luggage included my bike carefully taken apart and separated into a frame and wheel bag. Two days before my departure I had set aside a night to disassemble the bike. I am not bike smart by any means; I typically learn as I go. If you fall into this category reserve a night for disassembly. The Hen House bags I was using were special ordered from a bike company based out of Des Moines, called Ruster Sports. If you YouTube Bike disassemble Hen House bags, a lovely tutorial will come showing you step by step directions. If you your impatient like me you might take a look at everything required to be taken apart and dive right in….

WRONG…the steps are specifically set up in order for easy disassemble.


Always document even the small things


SOOOO upon hearing this I uttered every word in my vocabulary (in my head of course), then did the only reasonable thing and opened up my other suitcases which were under limit. I then began shifting weight between the bags. I made a calculated guess as to the approximate weight and dragged the bags back through for round number two. This time the bags were under the weight limit…WHEW, I thought I’m done.



Quite a few hours later I had successfully taken the bike apart shoving it carefully into the bike bag with numerous other amounts of shit. Fun tip…so you can shove whatever else needed into the bag; it actually has quite a bit of extra room. Just make sure its wrapped as the grease will surely stain. Also, keep running tabs on the weight of the bag if your over 60 lbs by a tiny bit you will be charged another huge chunk of $$$$ at least for international flights. If your a college student and a cyclist your most likely broke…

BUT WAIT….the lady went on to hassle me with questions of whether the bag contained a bike or musical instruments. I of course went on to explain to the lady that I had pieces of art work and other odds and ends in the bag. The lady gave me quite a stare before begrudgingly saying ok.

WAIT… your not done fellow bike enthusiast; you then have to drag the bags over to over-sized luggage for further interrogation. If you like quick changing flats like me your probably have air cartridges contained within the case. Just remember your only allowed two cartridges depending on which airline you fly with. A hard lesson I learned on the journey back to the States which I will eventually discuss.

Flying internationally with three checked bags the tally ended up being around $300 dollars. At this point I am wondering why I bought the $400 dollar Hen House bag if I was going to fly internationally rather than just shipping the bike in a bike box via Bike Flights which would have been around $250. Despite the hassle I do think the Hen House bag was worth it. If you were to go light and forgo the suitcase full of clothes and just take a carry on and one personal item the cost of flying internationally would only be $100 dollars. The first bag free and the second part of the bike bag costing you the extra $100 dollars. However this being the first time flying internationally I had failed to think through this scenario. A lesson I will learn on my return flight which will cost me another chunk of $$$$$$.

Right OK I have officially made it through luggage check and have almost made my way through the security checkpoint…Not before I was securely patted down by a somewhat unhappy security guard. Unless you are rather unlucky or happen to have a tiny screws in your wrist from a unfortunate snowboarding accident which sets off the scanner sometimes; you should be able to avoid this incident.

OOOK so I finally make it through and am seated within the waiting area. As my boarding time approaches I unfortunately hear my flight number come across the loudspeaker ‘ Flight blah blah blah will be delayed for maintenance reasons’ oh TERRIFFIC. Another two hours goes by then the boarding begins to take place. This is when you sigh with relief…WRONG. Once we are all securely fastened in the lovely flight attendant regrets to inform us that the flight will be canceled and we will be scheduled on another flight leaving  in a couple hours. My journey hasn’t even began and it appears to be riddled with problems.

Hours later I am again securely fastened ready for takeoff situated next to a lovely gentlemen from Scotland who offers me some hard alcohol which he claims tremendously helps with flight nausea. Had I not been severally nausea anticipating my flight connection which had been at 5 hours in New Jersey dwindle down to a mere 10 minutes; I might have taken him up on the offer. Upon conversating with the gentleman it appears that I have to make it from terminal A to terminal C all within 10 minutes…at this point I am EMOTIONALLY WRECKED.

If I miss this connection…


I will miss my flight to UK


Which causes me to miss my shuttle pick up from the airport to the university


Additionally causing further shit to be messed up

Add these problems onto a already stressful 23 year old and it makes for one stressed out girl. I give myself a small pep talk and as soon as I get the green light i am furiously running off the flight with my backpack and carry on in hand. You can imagine I looked quite funny…the back pack is jumping up and down on my back while the heavily stuffed suitcase is thudding into my shin causing my running stride to be quite fcked up. We have all seen these people running looking kind of foolish and laughed right…well until you have experienced it…its not as funny as you would imagine. Please resist the urge to laugh next time you see one of these unfortunate souls.

After numerous twists turns I arrive just as the shuttle bus is about to depart to terminal C. Whew momentarily I can relax. What seemed like hours later I arrive at terminal C to find out my flight gate is basically situated on the opposite end LOVELY. I continue the run looking a little less of a train wreck as the suitcase rolls behind. Right as the final boarding call rings out I come sweating in just in the nick of time. Now fellow travelers here is a crucial tidbit of information always carry deodorant in your carry on luggage in cases of rare occurrences like mine. Your fellow mates situated beside for you for 7 long hours might not appreciate your recent hard efforts.

Now I can finally relax I am flight bound for the Manchester, United Kingdom.

WRONG…Thoughts of whether or not my most prized possession made the flight continue to tease my mind for the entire 7 hour flight. Any shut eye that could possible come my way would most certainly evaded me…