Cycling in a skirt

One life, some bicycles. A million possibilities, zero clue!


Hosts and Homemakers

“Welcome to Port Angeles” says the customs officer as he waves us through, having decided 2 grubby cycle tourists would be better out of his field of smell. As we push our bikes off of the ferry and prepare to ride, a woman waiting in arrivals comes over to chat.
“Where are you headed to?” comes the usual question.
“L.A.” I respond, busy strapping on panniers.
“You don’t want to go there” she says aghast, you’ll get murdered, it’s just not safe.”
She has my attention now. “I’ve cycled the coast route there before” I say nervously, “it was OK a few years back”.
“Not anymore” my advisor replies. “Don’t ever go there”.
A bit nonplussed I start to explain we’re actually headed to Seattle first but this apparently is worse.
“You take your life into your hands there” she responds “Don’t ever go there”. Continue reading