The Sierras, I love my state. Why? I love my cub. I rebuilt it two years ago and its the first bike I ever rode and boy did it ride... 35 mph, but hell that was fast for me. As long as I'm moving I'm happy. If I'm on a bike I'm ecstatic, If I'm touring I feel sublime. Sad? Jump on the cub for a minute. Nervous? Stressed? Hello road. This year I found out that I apparently had major depressive disorder. Fuck doctors and all those hospitals, all I need is my bike . But my life started to outgrow my cub and I would have to commuting longer and farther soon. I needed a bigger bikeand the money for it. But I wasn't going to shoot it in cold blood, no way we're going out with a bang, lets do something amazing, lets make it to New York. And so the planning began.... The Beginning Honda cub across the country? 70ccs? 35mph? $600? Camping out? 18 years old? You're crazy. Yep, so can I go mama? Papa said yes, I'l turn back when I've spent $250. (Insert months of various attempts to convince her) Alright well if you break down or lose your money call me, I'll pick you up anywhere. Thanks mom. That's the simplified version. So with a hug and a kiss I set off Sunday July 17.