The time has come, the walrus said...

Day 2.  Orientation continued.

Well today was arguably much more interesting than yesterday.  Because it is late and we have a 5:30am wake-up, and everyone is probably getting mad at me for being on my computer while they're trying to sleep, I will try to sum it up briefly.

We played more ice-breaker games this morning, and tried once again to paint the trailer. Then everyone go to strut their stuff in their spandex and we did some bike drills.  I am pleased to report I am not the most inexperienced person on this trip.  We had many spills by people who aren't used to clipping in and out of their pedals yet.  We also went on a shake down ride this afternoon, led by some awesome local cyclists.  This was cool until we were all riding single file and somebody slammed on their brakes and came to an abrupt stop and caused a multi-bike pile up...one of which was mine.  Yes, that's right, on our first day of riding I got wrecked.  I was put into the wall, I tell you.  Got a few bumps and bruises but at least it's out of the way.

Me and a couple new friends did get to go enjoy some Mulligan's beers tonight before lights out though. Here's to tomorrow.

Wheel dip bright and early, then off to conquer America.  Swanquarter here we come...