#city bikes for hills and bumpy roads

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Top 10 Best City Bikes for Urban Commuting and Leisure Riding

City biking is a great way to stay active, reduce pollution, and save money on transportation. With so many options available, it can be difficult to choose the best city bike for your needs. In this article, we will take a look at the top 10 best city bikes on the market today. 1- Trek Verve 3: This hybrid bike is perfect for city riding, with a lightweight aluminum frame and a comfortable…

[thepepsislvt]

so like SEE THE VISION also hi robin

so like backpacking for Dante on his motorcycle and him driving like an absolute maniac bc bro doesn’t have a license and then him making fun of us for holding on for dear life even though he likes it 🤭

you could do any dante but my hearts telling me 3

I totally didn't specify any Dante but just know that Dante 3 was in mind. I love that old man even though he is dumb asf 💔

I hope they can find a cure to his kind

Dante x Backpacking gn reader

Warnings: Dante, Dante's driving, Slight innuendos but nothing to nsfw

Manic and reckless are two of many words describing Dante’s driving. Or just Dante himself. His lifestyle was all just reckless. He drove around on his motorcycle like he owned the place or didn’t have a license. In his mind, the first part was true; in everyone’s mind, the second half was true. It was truly a wonder how he hadn’t killed anyone yet. He has injured himself multiple times riding around but never his backpack. And you sure as hell weren’t going to be the first.

You clung onto his waist tightly from behind as he wanted to go for a joy ride with you. You made a mental note to decline to ride with Dante and go with Lady the next time. When Dante hit a particularly deep pothole in the road, it sent you both airborne and off the motorcycle by a couple of inches causing you to scream. Dante chuckled at your scream and decided to rev his bike loudly and go even faster.

“Dante! Slow down! I am not dying to your stupid ass driving!” You would yell over his shoulder for him to hear through the wind and his helmet which he kindly let you wear. 

He sighed and decided to slow down,  looking for a place to park. Dante suddenly got an idea and now the city wasn’t such a great place to park anymore. With another rev to his bike, the two of you started going faster once more. Before you can scold him once more, he hits a curb sending the two of you off the road. The dirt and rocks underneath the tires of his bike made for a really uncomfortable and bumpy ride. 

There was one instance where you thought Dante was going to hit a deer but right at the last second, he made a sharp turn to avoid the poor animal. The sharp turn almost caused you to fall off his motorcycle. Dante had luckily grabbed your arm with one of his hands, keeping you hanging onto him.

Finally, the rough ride was over. Dante finally made a halt on top of a hill outside of the city. But in normal Dante fashion, he gripped the breaks making the stop abrupt. He kicked his kickstand and tilted his beloved Cavaliere to sit on the stand. Dante threw one leg over the bike to be able to turn his body towards you. 

“Dante I swear to Sparda” You had started to say, sliding off the bike to land on your back into the tall grass below your feet. “You need to start driving better or you will be on your little rides alone.”

“Awe did somebody not have fun? And here I thought I was a pretty good driver. You wound me” Dante gave a fake hurt voice paired with his stupid little pouty face that you love so much.

You gave him a groan loud enough to hear through the helmet you had yet to take off, too busy trying to keep your heart in your chest with how much it was beating. Dante stood up from sitting to stretch his muscles. Dante then fell to lay on top of you.

“Baby c’mon, you didn’t die. You’re safe and in the arms of your skilled driver and totally awesome boyfriend” The white-haired man said, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in his hold and tapping his head against your helmet. 

Dante then moved one of his hands to click the side of your helmet causing the visor to flip up, revealing your eyes glaring right at him. He raised an eyebrow and attempted to move the visor back down to avoid your gaze. 

“You’re no fun. As much as I love it when you’re mad at me, I can’t stand seeing your eyes burning a hole in my sense of humor.” 

With that, you tilted your head away and started wiggling your arms out of his grasp. Once you were mostly free, you removed the helmet from your head. 

“Awe there you are my little killjoy” Dante teased you even more causing you to blush and push his head away. “I’m sorry you can’t handle how fast I drive baby, but Cavaliere needs to go fast and so do I”

Dante laid his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat which was now somewhat calmed down from its previous racing state

.“You’re so dumb, Dante” You ran your hands through his white hair causing the overgrown man baby to cuddle into your chest even further. 

“But you love me” Dante says before perking up to look at you in the eyes. “I have an idea! What if I taught you to ride? You think it will be a more pleasurable experience for you?”

You gave the manner a thought before shrugging your shoulders. You gave him a brief ‘maybe’ before pulling his head back down to lie on your chest.

“Great! You can practice on the rider if you get what I’m referring to” 

You couldn’t see his face but you already knew he had a smug look and wiggled his damn eyebrows. You gave him a light bash at the back of his head causing him to suck air through his teeth. Before he can protest anymore you pull his head back by his hair and smash your lips into his.

“I love you asshole” You pull away for a second to breathe and speak your mind before pulling him into a kiss once more. “But you get on my nerves”

Dante was surprised that you had decided to kiss him. He knows you love him but even he knows he can be a handful. In the typical Dante fashion, he decided to speak up with a comeback.

“There is one particular nerve I am hoping to hit” He gave you a cheesy ass grin. Oh if only you could wipe the smug look off his face.

“I wish I kept my mouth shut. You simply are too much at times” You pushed his head away causing him to groan, already missing the feeling of your lips. “Always knowing how to ruin a moment. But I guess it wouldn’t be you if you didn’t open that big mouth of yours”

“I know something else I can do with this big mouth of mine”

“Dante?”

“Love of my life?”

“Shut up, please”

[bikepackinguk]

Day Seventy-one

It's a bright sunny day! Almost too bright, the forecast has some high temperatures so it's time to get slathered in sun block.

After loading up on a good cooked breakfast at the B&B in Preston, it's time to get across the River Ribble and get on ournof the urban labyrinth. A few wrong turns and busy roads but eventually I'm riding out of town following the cycle path as it tracks the A59 southwest.

There's barely a cloud in the sky and the temperature is rising, but the ride along the A road is helped by having some long sections of bike paths alongside periodically, and the flat terrain means it's time to crank the miles out.

The road being lined with hedges and trees does mean a lack of much scenery besides vehicles, but it's a price to be paid to make some good pacing.

It's some solid mileage being put in as the road crosses the River Douglas and I finally turn off the road at Banks, where we finally hit the Ribble Estuary and get a great view back across the water to yesterday's ride, with Blackpool Tower still visible on the horizon.

Further around the corner I get in to Southport, with a beach heaving with holidaymakers enjoying the sea and sun.

Carrying along the coastline, the road runs alongside some big sandy dunes before hitting Ainsdale, where it yhen swings back inland to hit the A565.

Fortunately this busy dual carriageway is well provisioned with fully segregated cycle paths, so I'm able to hrind out some good miles at good pace as the road leads on nice and level.

I take a pit stop for lunch by Formby in order to get some shade and relief from the scorching sun overhead. The rising air temperature is making it a sweaty day, but I'm well provisioned for water.

I head off the main road to swing back to the coastline proper at Hightown, with some nice rides around the dunes here before dropping on to the beachside promenade at Crosby. There are some great views across the water over to Wallasey and the Welsh coastline.

I carry on a ways along Crosby beach before the windswept sand is piled high enough on the path that riding through it becomes impossible, and strike back inland a little.

Liverpool seems very well supplied with cycle routes, but with so many criss-crossing each other it swiftly becomes a pain to work out which one leads where, and I end up just following the A road once more. This still has cycle pathing all along, making for more great progress.

Past tye docklands at Bootle, I have a few weong turns before arriving into the historic city centre of Liverpool, which is bustling in the heat.

I grab a ticket for the ferry across the River Mersey, and join the long queue for the 4pm crossing, which puts us in at Seacombe.

Onwards! There's a simply lovely stretch of non-traffic riding back downriver to New Brighton, which then continues along the promenades past Wallasey.

The hills along the coast of Wales are growing clearer and taller as they draw near, and whilst the temperature is still high the clouds are starting to grow in the sky, giving a welcome break from the sun's rays.

It's finally goodbye to the promenade riding at Hoylake, where the route jumps on to a long, long old rail route that runs all the way back along yhe River Dee Estuary. It's some bumpy going at times with a few gravelly sections, but is still fairly level meaning more miles being eaten up.

At Neston there are a few climbs thrown in, but with a day of level riding the legs are still in good states and these are ascended without any drama.

Past the Ness Botanical Gardens, there's a lovely long zoom downhill with a beautiful view of the Ruver Dee and the hills behind it as the route sails down for a ride through an RSPB nature reserve.

Halfway through the Burton Mere Wetlands, I encounter a very nice looking sign. I've crossed the border into Wales!

Pretty pleased with that! Some solid progress to get this far today, but with the evening setting in I think I've earned a good lie down.

A little scouting around has a nice secluded spot near Deeside Industrial Park, where I'm having a good lie down. The temperature is forecast to still be hitting 20 degrees even by midnight, so I may not even need the sleeping bag tonight! Here's to tomorrow!

TTFN!

[pensionsweeks]

Best Electric Bikes: A Comprehensive Guide to Choosing the Right Ride

As the popularity of electric bikes (e-bikes) continues to soar, many riders are seeking the perfect model to suit their needs. With various options available, finding the best electric bike can be daunting. This article will explore some of the top electric bikes on the market, their features, and what to consider when making your choice. Whether you're commuting to work, tackling off-road trails, or simply enjoying leisurely rides, there's an electric bike for everyone.

Top Electric Bikes to Consider

1. Rad Power Bikes RadRover 6 Plus

The RadRover 6 Plus is a powerful all-terrain electric bike that stands out for its robust build and impressive performance. Equipped with a 750W motor, this bike can handle steep hills and rough terrains effortlessly. The RadRover also features fat tires that provide excellent traction and stability, making it ideal for various conditions. Its large battery offers a range of up to 45 miles, allowing riders to cover significant distances without worrying about recharging.

2. Trek Allant+ 7

The Trek Allant+ 7 is a stylish and efficient electric bike designed for urban commuting. Featuring a 250W Bosch Performance Line motor, this bike offers smooth acceleration and a top speed of 28 mph. The Allant+ 7 comes with a sleek design and integrated lighting for safety during night rides. With a range of approximately 60 miles, it's perfect for daily commutes and weekend adventures alike. Plus, the bike's suspension ensures a comfortable ride over bumpy roads.

3. Ancheer Power Plus Electric Mountain Bike

For those who love off-road adventures, the Ancheer Power Plus Electric Mountain Bike is an excellent choice. This bike is equipped with a 250W motor and a removable lithium-ion battery that provides a range of up to 50 miles on a single charge. Its lightweight aluminum frame and durable construction make it suitable for rugged trails. The bike also features a dual-disc brake system for enhanced safety, allowing riders to navigate challenging terrains confidently.

4. Cannondale Quick Neo SL 2

The Cannondale Quick Neo SL 2 is a lightweight electric bike that prioritizes performance and agility. With a 250W Mahle ebikemotion motor, this bike is perfect for riders who want a blend of exercise and assistance. Weighing only 34 pounds, the Quick Neo is easy to maneuver, making it ideal for city riding. It features a sleek design, integrated lights, and a range of up to 75 miles, ensuring you can tackle long commutes and leisurely rides with ease.

5. Specialized Turbo Vado SL

The Specialized Turbo Vado SL is a top-tier electric bike known for its premium features and performance. This bike features a lightweight aluminum frame, a powerful 240W motor, and a battery that provides an impressive range of up to 80 miles. The Turbo Vado SL offers a smooth, natural riding experience, making it feel like a traditional bike with an added boost. Its sleek design and integrated lights make it an attractive choice for both commuters and recreational riders.

Factors to Consider When Choosing an Electric Bike

Riding Purpose

Before purchasing an electric bike, consider how you plan to use it. Are you commuting to work, exploring off-road trails, or simply enjoying leisurely rides? Different models are designed for specific purposes, so understanding your needs is crucial.

Motor Power and Battery Life

The motor's wattage and battery capacity significantly impact the bike's performance and range. For commuting and hilly terrains, look for bikes with motors between 250W to 750W. Additionally, consider the battery life, as a longer range means less frequent charging.

Comfort and Fit

Riding comfort is essential, especially for longer rides. Ensure the bike's frame fits your height and body type, and pay attention to the seat quality and handlebar height. Adjustable features can help tailor the bike to your preferences.

Weight and Portability

If you need to transport your bike or store it in tight spaces, consider the weight and foldability. Lighter bikes are easier to carry, while folding models offer added convenience for commuting.

Budget

Electric bikes come in a wide price range. Set a budget that fits your financial situation and consider the long-term investment. While more expensive models often offer advanced features and better durability, there are many budget-friendly options that deliver excellent performance.

Conclusion

Choosing the best electric bike requires careful consideration of various factors, including your riding purpose, comfort, and budget. With options like the RadRover 6 Plus, Trek Allant+ 7, Ancheer Power Plus, Cannondale Quick Neo SL 2, and Specialized Turbo Vado SL, riders have a plethora of choices to suit their needs. Whether you're commuting to work, hitting the trails, or enjoying leisurely rides around town, an electric bike can enhance your cycling experience and provide numerous health and environmental benefits. Take the time to explore your options, and soon you'll be enjoying the freedom and joy of riding an electric bike!

[tom1bombadil]

Cambodia 🇰🇭. 18/6/24

I’m happy to leave Vietnam behind. Cambodia has been pretty good so far. Eye-opening, tragic, beautiful, raw and real.

I rode from Ho Chi Min city, crossed the border at Moc Bai and a spent my first night in the town of Krong Svay Reing. The next day I rode a gruelling 9 hours to Seim Reap, bypassing the capital of Phnom Penh. It was around 3pm when I witnessed a fatal accident, my second this trip. A young man driving an elderly woman on the back of his bike, I assume to be his grandma, swerved to avoid a pothole and got cleaned up by a truck. Everyone stopped. Locals and by-passers tried their best to help but there was nothing to be done but pile the bodies next to a pile of rubbish and wait for an ambulance. I wailed and shook. People seemed surprised by this emotion from a foreigner. I felt naive to this reality, that Cambodian people understand death and the pain that death brings. Almost in familiarity. They are not numb, but accepting. It seemed this wasn’t a tragedy to them. Sad for sure, but not tragic.

In that moment I felt way, way, way out of my fucking depth.

I hadn’t mentioned it in my earlier posts but on the road to Ho Chi Min while descending a hill in light rain I saw a family of three, mother, father and child slide over and go under an oncoming bus. Despite them all wearing helmets I saw the father’s head get squished like a watermelon. They all died. I can still hear the crunch. It was horrible and I’m still pretty shook. From both of these experiences.

I pulled myself together and got back on the road. Night was falling and I could smell that rain was coming. I could feel it. About 2 hours out of Siem Reap the grey clouds burst into a tropical downpour. I found a service station and by the graces of the owner I could rest in shelter. An hour later I was back on the road. The shop had to close and with it I had to leave. Pitch black, no streetlights, rain falling and me; jittery as fuck putting along the highway at 30km per hour with only my faded yellow light to lead me. I arrived to the Gecko Hostel in Siem Reap to a warm welcome and an outburst of relief. After a solemn conversation about life in Cambodia with my host and now good friend Bhunna I slid into to bed. I dreamt I was still driving my bike down that dark and rainy road. I couldn’t, shouldn’t and mustn’t fall asleep. The same fate would surely await me as those poor people I had just witnessed die.

I didn’t take many photos these days. I was way too invested in surviving and making it to my destination. It was immediately obvious that Cambodia was still developing. In the country, sidewalks are rare, many roads are dirt, bumpy and the infrastructure was way behind that of Vietnam. Products of genocide and civil war impeding development. The remnants are obvious even to an untrained eye. As kind as the Cambodian/Khmer people are, I’ve learned everyone has a story of family members, friends and relatives that died in recent memory. Regardless, their kindness, kinship and hospitality knows no bounds. I am amazed, humbled and truly blessed to live the life that I do.

[sosos-adventures]

April 1st.. how did that happen so fast..

The day we went for a daytrip to a Pagoda, almlst got lost in a forest/holy temple area and our night bus experience.

A lot can happen in just one day. We were so tired from mostly doing research the day before and slept in until almost 12. After paying for our room we realized we barely had any money left. So as we are in a small town there id only one ATM that soesnt charge you a fee or has bad reviews. And of cours ethe day we really needed it - because we were planning ro go to Sapa next and there are no ATMs there - the ATM wasnt working. So we had to get a taxi to the next bigger city to get some money. Thankfully the taxidriver aksed us where we qanted to go next and became our personal chauffeur to the Bai Dinh pagoda (and yes the pagoda was only 12km away. But 40 degrees and these bumpy roads on a bike was not an option). When we arrived at the pagoda the driver told us he would wait for us. Tjis is crazy. Hr knew we would spend at least 3 hours there and wanted to wait for us. It showed us again that in smaller cities the drivers really are struggling to get to drive around people because lost of the tourists just ride a motorbike. And when he brought us back home he also wanted to be our driver the next day. He texted me 2x asking where we wanted to go. Sadly we were taking the nightbus that night to Sapa.

But back to the pagoda. This pagoda is a huge area with many temples and a big buddha statue and a tower. So you can walk around beautiful nature and lots of stairs and discover many beautiful spots. Sadly it is so touristic that the people there sell different types of tickets. The cheapest is just for the entrance fee and to walk around. Not being able to go up the tower or to some temples on another hill. The second cheapest includes the tower.. and then if you want to get brought back to the entrance/exit you can book an extra shuttle service. We decided to just walk around by ourselfes- except for the shuttle that bribgs you to the lower entrance point- and to get inside the tower. This was 100.000 dong and totally worth it.

We thought we could easily make it within 3hours. Turns out we couldnt. So the highlight was the tower. After having seen all the beautiful temples, there is this one big red tower that offers an amazing view. Thankfully it had an elevator. So when we got up there you could see super far and in every direction there were mountains, water, rice fields and temples. It might kot look that spectacular on the pictures but trust me. It was breathtaking.

And now the scary part. Trying to find the exit. When the sun was setting we decided to head back outside and just look on the map where to go. There were 2 options. 1: go back to where we started (3km away) or find the other exit that was super close on the map. We tried to use google maps as a help but it didnt really help. There were no exit signs anywhere and in the end we ended up walking down a path that had no lights, many trees (forest area) and creepy statues. And then there were these sounds that you usually just hear in horror movies. Combined with a very strong wind. So after 15 minutes we finally reached a spot with a guy sitting there telling us that the next shuttle would be there in 5 minutes. It was dark, nobodyelse was around - seriously I doubt that anyone has ever used this exit- and we just hoped that there really was a shuttle. And yes there was. We texted our taxidriver that we finally made it out and he laughed about our story even though I am pretty sure he didnt understand a word we were saying.

After a 30 minute ride back home we got some dinner and had to wait for the nightbus. And this is how it works: we got a whatsappmessage from the tourguide operator telling us that we will be taking the Ha son night bus (????) at 22:40 and she gace us the licenseplate number of the bus. Weird system as we di not book for the Ha son company but specifically for the limousine one. So I guess whatever you book you will never know which bus you will end up in. Lets just hope for the best. When the bus arrived they wouldnt let us in first because they didnt understand our ticket - as we booked via the limousine operator and not on their webpage.. so we insisted that this is our bus and just went inside anyway. Inside there are 3 rows. Every row has 12 beds. 6 on the bottom and 6 on the top. So 36 beds in total. I was super worried about the legroom butvit turns out that the beds were actually 1.85m long. Sonnot as bad as we thought it would be. The bed even had a curtain for some more privacy. The only downside was that the beds are super hard to sleep on and the upper part was going more vertical than horizontal. And one thing if you ever wanna take a sleeper bus in vietnam: most of them do not have a toilet. So dont drink much before. Because the driver doesnt speak english and we didnt know how long they would take a break. So its better kot to have to pee. So lets just say my last 2 hours were interesting to handle.

Having slept 1 hour in total we arrived in Sapa at 7am in the morning.

[venturingvietnam2024]

#6 The near death experience

Checking out is probably the worst part of the travelling life at the moment, because you check out at 8am but need to be organised enough to have you day pack ready for the day adventure and your belongings for the overnight train later in the night - but you will also use the communal shower prior to that, so bag organisation is an effort!! That and the fact you lose your air conditioned room that you may have only used for one hour the night before, but hey, you keep on keeping on! Today’s adventure, ATV and Zipling! The bus left at 8.30am and Elias (Norway) joined the lobby at 8.28am, well timed. We made our way through the city and out to the mountain where the roads were as windy and bumpy as they come. Think great ocean road x2 with a billion pot holes. However, when we got to the location, it was actually quite resort-y! We were not expecting that! Naively, nor was I expecting the 10cm jungle spider outside the bathroom window (without glass). Definitely in the jungle now! We had a 3 mins safety demonstration for the Zipline, jumped in the golf buggy and we were away - plenty safe so far.. The Zipline was actually great! There were about ten lines through the rainforest with a few climbing obstacles also. Easy enough for sure. Safe enough for sure. We sat down to what felt like a private lunch in the rainforest with chicken and rice, a small soup and drinks. It was actually lovely getting my to know Elias better, at 20 on his first solo venture. His mum lives in the Arctic circle, on an island above Norway, where he also did high school. He said they love snowmobiling out there for fun, however noted you must take a rifle because of the polar bears and be wary of the glacial cracks that you can plummet down.. Ek, okay! He also shared insights on the day and night routine, with the area dark for 24 hours most of the year. Crazy. After lunch, we organised ourselves for the ATV. Another 3 minute safety demonstration and a test lap and good to go. Safe as, once again. I felt okay, having done it in Canada and thinking it would be relatively the same (minus the snow) - it was not. I legit feared for my life through half of it. Within the first 100m, I had used the brakes on an inclined hill (which is an error but the person in front was going to slow!) and started slipping backwards toward the edge - which was a drop covered into Vietnamese jungle and god knows what animals. Slightly nervy, but continuing on. The roads were carved out with valleys where the water had ran down the mountain, and the inclines were really quite steep! Whilst I pushed on, the guide helped me on two occasions because I was actually terrified to do it alone and roll the quad bike. Anywho, there are few photos of that experience, because I was essentially holding on for dear life the entire time! But - made it back in one piece, phew! Actually a close call on about three counts. Back in the reception area, the bus was an hour off so we went down to the waterfalls for a swim. Without bathers, underwear it was! The water was clear, but I only had a quick dip and attempted to dry off for the bus. That and the jungle has taken enough of me today, I don’t need to be eaten by anything in the water! Heading back, I was so glad I went on that adventure. I nearly didn’t, as I thought I was going to be alone as Elias booked late, but it was a great day! One that sharing to the rest of the group later was a fun tale, I’m just glad we came out unscathed! Vietnamese jungle 1 - Lis 0. Back at the hostel, we wandered for Greek Gyros for dinner and I showered (read, ran cold water over my body and the sweated up a storm whilst attempting to get dressed, so ‘shower’ is a loose term) and got organised for the overnight train. The days have been busy! With little place to base ourselves of late, and heading into our second overnight train, fatigue is setting in! I’m thankful my sleeping ability is excellent, but an afternoon nap might be in order tomorrow. Hoi Anh, you beautiful lantern covered city, we are coming for you!

Written Monday March 25th at 9.10pm

[wizardsjournal]

The HITWAY 26 Electric Bike with 250W Motor is a reliable and efficient ...

Welcome to the world of effortless riding with HITWAY 26 Electric Bike with 250W Motor

Experience a new level of freedom with the HITWAY 26 Electric Bike with 250W Motor. Whether you are commuting to work or exploring a scenic route, this e-bike will easily get you there. The bike's 250W motor provides powerful acceleration, allowing you to effortlessly glide up hills and through tough terrain. The ergonomic design ensures maximum comfort, making it suitable for riders of all ages and sizes.

Impeccable Design and Durability

The HITWAY 26 Electric Bike with 250W Motor is designed for durability and functionality. The bike is built with high-quality materials, including an aluminium alloy frame that can withstand tough terrains. The 26-inch wheels provide a smooth ride, while the dual-suspension system ensures comfort on bumpy roads. The LED lights on the bike provide added safety, making it suitable for night rides.

Efficient and Eco-friendly

The HITWAY 26 Electric Bike with 250W Motor generates enough power to give you a smooth ride while minimizing the carbon footprint. The battery can last up to 50 miles on a single charge, making it ideal for long commutes. The bike's efficient brakes ensure safety and are easy to use. Enjoy the convenience of the bike's LCD display, which shows battery level, speed, and mileage. With this bike, you can go far without worrying about energy consumption or emissions.

HITWAY 26 Electric Bike: Top of the Line Performance and Style

Introducing the HITWAY 26 Electric Bike, the perfect blend of style and performance for the modern commuter. With a powerful 250W motor, this electric bike can carry you effortlessly through city streets and steep hills, making your commute faster and more enjoyable. The sleek design and comfortable saddle will have you riding in style, and the reliable disc brakes ensure a safe and smooth ride.

Advanced Features for Easy Riding

The HITWAY 26 Electric Bike has advanced features designed to make your riding experience easy and comfortable. The bike has a 21-speed Shimano gearbox, ensuring you can ride perfectly for any terrain. The LCD display screen provides all the necessary information, including speed, distance, battery life, etc. The bike's battery can last up to 50 miles on a single charge, and you can quickly recharge it at any standard outlet.

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[breezeriderebike]

Exploring Washington DC's Top Attractions with Breeze Rider Ebike

Washington DC is a city that is best explored on two wheels. The Breeze Rider Ebike is the perfect choice for exploring the city's many attractions, thanks to its advanced functions, electric assist system, and exceptional range. Here's how you can ride Long Range Electric Bike from Breeze Rider Ebike to explore some of the city's top attractions.

The National Mall

The National Mall in Washington D.C. is a great destination for cyclists. There are paved paths and roads that offer scenic views of the city's landmarks and monuments. Cyclists can ride along the Tidal Basin and take in the beautiful views of the Jefferson Memorial, the FDR Memorial, and the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial. There are also several memorials and monuments worth visiting, including the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, and the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

The electric bike's advanced functions make it easy to navigate through the National Mall's many bike trails and lanes, allowing for a more enjoyable and stress-free experience. The bike features a powerful 500W motor. And you can adjust to your preferred level of assistance, allowing you to tackle even the steepest hills and inclines with ease. Additionally, the e-bike's ergonomic design and suspension system provide a comfortable ride, even on bumpy surfaces. The bike also features a lightweight aluminum frame that makes it easy to handle and maneuver through crowded areas.

Georgetown

Georgetown, a historic neighborhood in northwest Washington D.C., is a great destination for cyclists. The neighborhood features scenic paths along the C&O Canal, perfect for biking along the Potomac River. Cyclists can also explore the beautiful Georgetown University campus. Besides, you can enjoy the vibrant dining and shopping scene, featuring high-end boutiques, designer stores, and a diverse array of restaurants and cafes. Additionally, Georgetown offers plenty of options for nightlife. So it is an ideal spot for cyclists to spend a fun-filled day or night out.

The long range electric bike is also perfect for exploring Georgetown's cobblestone streets and historic architecture. The e-bike features a 10-speed Shimano transmission system, allowing you to effortlessly shift gears and adapt to the terrain. The e-bike's hydraulic disc brakes provide precise stopping power, allowing you to navigate through the area's many hills and inclines with confidence. Additionally, the bike's wide 27.5-inch tires provide excellent grip and stability, making it easy to maneuver through the area's narrow streets and corners.

Rock Creek Park

Rock Creek Park is a 1,754-acre urban park in Washington D.C.. And it offers miles of paved and unpaved trails for cyclists to explore. The park is home to several scenic bike paths that wind through lush forests, over picturesque bridges, and along the beautiful Rock Creek. Cyclists can also explore the park's historic landmarks. It includes the Peirce Mill and the Rock Creek Park Nature Center and Planetarium.

The e-bike's exceptional range makes it ideal for exploring Rock Creek Park's many trails and bike lanes. The bike features a powerful 48V 13Ah lithium-ion battery. And it provides up to 80 miles of range on a single charge. And it allows you to explore the park for hours without needing to stop and recharge. The battery can be charged in just 5-7 hours using a standard household outlet. Additionally, the bike's intuitive display provides real-time information. It shows your speed, battery life, and distance traveled. And you can plan your route and adjust your riding style based on it.

Conclusion

In conclusion, riding Long Range E-Bike is the perfect way to explore Washington DC's top attractions. Whether you're visiting the National Mall, exploring Georgetown, or taking a ride through Rock Creek Park, the e-bike's advanced functions, comfortable design, and exceptional range make it easy to enjoy all that the city has to offer. So, if you're looking for a new and exciting way to experience the city, consider Breeze Rider Ebike. And hitting the city's many bike trails and lanes. You won't be disappointed!

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Countryside Cycling in Battambang: Unveiling Hidden Beauty of Cambodian Rural Landscapes

Introducing Battambang – Battambang is a beautiful city situated in the heart of Cambodia. Most tourists overlook this destination; instead, they favor more popular destinations such as Siem Reap or Phnom Penh. However, if you are looking to explore the hidden beauty of the countryside and immerse yourself in the local way of life, then Battambang will never let you down.

It’s better to experience the inherent beauty of this spectacular region by cycling through the countryside. While cycling, you can enjoy picturesque natural views, come across friendly locals, and discover hidden gems off the beaten track. Please continue reading this blog post and know what makes countryside cycling in Battambang so special.

Why Choose Battambang for Countryside Bike Tours?

Battambang is a perfect destination for countryside cycling tours for the following reasons.

• The terrain for cycling is relatively flat and is very much accessible for cyclists of all levels.

• The roads are quiet and peaceful and have little traffic; hence you will enjoy cycling at your own pace and indulging in the scenery at your leisure.

• The countryside surrounding the Battambang area is simply breathtaking as it’s filled with rice paddies, fruit orchards, and traditional villages dotting the landscape.

What to Expect on Countryside Cycling in Battambang

When you decide to embark on a countryside cycling tour in Battambang, you can expect certain things, which are discussed below:

• Get ready to encounter a combination of paved and unpaved roads, with some sections being bumpy or muddy, especially during the rainy season. • You may also need to come across some small hills, but they are generally manageable for most cyclists.

• Along the way, there are so many places to stop over and take photos and interact with locals. The locals are very much friendly and generous people.

• You will see traditional Khmer houses and local farms up close and will pass through villages where farmers are working in the fields. You’ll likely see water buffalo grazing nearby the fields and may also spot some of the region's wildlife species, like monkeys or colorful birds.

What to Consider for Battambang Bike Tours When it comes to planning Battambang bike tours, you need to consider a few things for an enjoyable experience as possible:

You should wear the right clothes. You should go for lightweight, breathable clothing. Wear a hat and sunscreen to stay protected from the sun.

You should bring enough water. During your cycling tour, you should stay hydrated, especially in the heat. So, you should bring enough water with you.

You should book a guided tour. Though you can explore the Battambang countryside on your own, a guided tour can give you valuable insights into the local culture and history, as well as make sure that you don't get lost.

You should show respect towards locals. Please keep in mind that you are a guest in their community. Hence, you should show respect towards respectful towards local customs and traditions. You should always ask their permission before taking photos.

Final Consideration – Countryside cycling in Battambang is an excellent way to experience the natural beauty and vibrant local culture of Cambodia. With Battambang Cycling Tours, you're sure to have an unforgettable experience as you will cycle through traditional villages, lush rice paddies, as well as fruit orchards. So, it’s time to add Battambang to your travel itinerary, and let us help you discover the hidden charm of the Cambodian countryside! Feel free to contact us today and let’s get started.

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How would they react to different technology from modern world?

-        Fingolfin – hoover

The second son of Finwe will be completely mesmerised when you give him a handheld vacuum. In the beginning he thinks it is some kind of weapon and you start to feel bad when you explain that it is just a household device, meant to help pick up debris from a floor. That is when he opens his mouth, and stars start to shine out of his eyes. He asks you to tell him for to use it, he impatiently listens to all your instructions, eyes never leaving the hoover itself. After that he tries it out, cautiously at first, hoovering a little section and then looking at it. Impressed he took it up more confidently, hoovering the rest of the room and without a stop continuing into the corridor. You were sitting in the same room, given up on waiting for Fingolfin some time ago when he finally comes back. The elf proudly stood in front of you, he pops the lid on the small hoover, Fingolfin looks into your eyes meaningfully, as in to demonstrate to you ‘look how much dirt there is on the floor’.

-        Fingon – bicycle

Fingon was very curious about the metal monstrosity that you called a bicycle. But after you demonstrated to him how to ride it, he was still a bit criticizing of it, saying that one cannot move as much load on this than on the horse, the only advantage of it that came to his mind was that it was tireless, it would not need a food and rest like a horse. You didn’t even have to teach Findekano, he got himself on the bike, and within an hour he knew how to cycle. He really liked it, consider it his now, it is doubtful that he will ever give it back. But he will always invite you to cycle with him. He will sit you in front, for you to be between his arms and to have a full view of where you are going. And other times, if he wants to cycle more extremely, Fingon will sit you at the back, so that you can hold only him, as he speeds down the hills. 

-        Turgon – colourful sensor lights

Your room has looked very boring to you for a while now, the furniture, the bedsheets, the walls and decorum. Turgon agrees with you and when you propose to change things up all by yourself, he agrees, wanting to see what your mind will conjure.

What he didn’t expect, is when he came into your room for there to be weird bumpy strings attached to your walls near the ceiling. Some of them coming down the sides of the windows. When he raised his hand to inspect it, the strips flickered and lit up in a pale-yellow light. Turgon was so surprised by it, he took a step back and nearly tripped over your dressing table. After he gathered himself he raised the hand again, which made the light colour change to a emerald green, Turgon tried again, this time the colour changed to blue. Not what Turgon expected, but he really liked that you did. A week later you will find Turgon waiting for you in dimly lit living room. As soon as you come in he would lift his hand in a very regal motion and reach for the wall, making the corners of the room light up, asking you what colour of a room would you like tonight. He is very proud of it, if his siblings come and they have the same first reactions as he did, Turgon would play indifference - “Oh this? Oh its nothing, just something Y/N came up with... no you cannot have the same.”

-        Aredhel – projector and movies

Aredhel was a little confused when you started to disassemble the sofas in your living room, putting then together, with pillows all around and bedsheets on top, but you ushered her out of the living room until everything was ready, so she couldn’t see you setting up a small projector. When she was finally allowed in, you two sat in the improvised nest, with the remote in your hand, exited to share this with the female elf. 

Aredhel was in a mild state of shock when she saw images light up on the wall with a music coming out of the tiny box. She was so hypnotised by it she didn’t really pay attention to the first half of the movie, only later into the night, she will bashfully ask you to watch more movies. She is very happy, it is a great part of elvish culture to share stories, but this is so much more special, as for her the stories you just watched came to life right in front of her on the wall. She is very grateful, saying that she will treasure this moment as her most precious memory. Her favourite movies will be about romance and adventures.

-        Argon – massage chair

When you offered Argon the big sofa chair that will help him relax, he wasn’t so sure about it. Argon set in the chair, looking at you questioningly as if to say – where is the promised relaxation. But when you pulled a little lever, sliding the chair into a half laying position, Argon immediately stiffened, he thought it broke under him . He might even try to get up, but it’s your encouragement that will make him stay. A minute later the chair starts to vibrate, the pillows squeezing his arms and legs, while machines rolls under the armchair fabric, massaging every part of his body connected to the chair’s surface. Even though he will try not to show it, you can see his eyes start to close a little bit the longer he is being massaged. When you ask him how he is feeling he will give you a long, moan-like “good”. After it is finished he will just stay in the chair for an extra minute, feeling very relaxed and rested, looking at you will a smile of a cat.

Bonus:

-        Celegorm – instant camera

When he found your instant camera, Celegorm immediately came up to you, interrupting what you were doing to ask you about it. Celegorm will take many pictures, close ups, at a distance, the under-face, posing with you, posing without you; collecting and inspecting all of the films as the colours on them emerge. After you shoo him away, Turca will go to find Caranthir, with an idea already formed in his mind. He will silently stalk his younger brother, camera in hand; at the most serene moment Celegorm will jump from the corner with a wild scream and camera flash blinding poor Caranthir. This finished picture will be occasionally waved around at family gatherings to everyone, whenever Celegorm wants to be a little shit to Caranthir. At the end of the day, when two of you will inspect the snaps Celegorm will pronounce pictures of you as the best ones made even if you disagree, no matter how silly they might look to you, now he was something he can carry with him when he is away and to look at you as he misses you.

-        Finrod – electric scooter

The oldest son of Finarfin was very interested in everything electronic, but the one thing he was excited for the most was an electronic scooter. The hidden city of Nargothrond is vast and even roads allow for easy use of the scooter. He will totally use it to get from one end of the city to another, fully adorned in his ceremonial robes with a crown on his head, he will speed through the streets, beeping at other elves to make way, with complete poker face. No one can tell him anything, everyone who seems him leaves their jaws on the floor. After a dozen of such rides the city of Nargothrond is used to him, also you will have to tell him to stop speeding, which he reluctantly agrees to do.

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Of Which Reason Knows Nothing Chapter 1

I’m happy to post the first part of the project @chibiranmaruchan and I collaborated on! They drew the art, and I wrote the fic. Working with them was a lot of fun, and I’m really happy with what we’ve created. The first chapter I’m posting today, and the second I will post next Friday. I will also be posting this story to FFN and AO3 if those are your preferred reading spot(s).

Length: ~2100 words

Summary: Kairi may have lost someone important, but she isn’t alone, and she isn’t without hope. And her mysterious dreams just might have a clue as to Sora’s whereabouts…

Characters: Kairi, Sora’s Mother, Riku

Additional Info: Implied Kairi/Sora, Riku and Kairi friendship. Post-Kingdom Hearts III. Referenced Character Death. Guilt, Grief/Grieving, Angst, Comfort, Dreams, Friendship.

Enjoy!

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Facing Sora’s mother was one of the hardest things Kairi had ever done.

Knocking on the door to Sora’s house had required all of her courage as it was. The cheerful welcome sign hanging on it, with its blue letters against a sunny yellow background, was downright mocking. What could she even say? She wasn’t welcome here. It was her fault Sora was gone; her fault he—

“Kairi?”

She couldn’t even look his mother in the eye. Her throat was dry and all of her carefully planned words fled her mind.

All that came out was, “I’m sorry.” Not that any apology could ever make up for what had happened, for the loss of someone so dear to them both.

“Sweetheart, it wasn’t your fault.”

Her eyes snapped to his mother’s. They were just like his, blue as the sky, only clouded with grief. Seeing them was like a punch in the stomach.

“It was,” Kairi said. “It’s my fault he’s dead.”

His mother shook her head. “No. Riku told me what happened. It’s because of you that he even lived.”

Kairi had to choke back a sob at that, and his mother just wrapped her arms around her. She didn’t resist. She didn’t have the energy to anymore.

“I miss him so much,” she said as the tears started to stream down her cheeks anyway.

“I do too.”

His mother invited her in after that, for tea and cookies. It actually helped a little, being near things that reminded her of him. Like a part of his soul still lingered on. It helped to tell stories about him, too. To listen to his mother’s stories.

“When he came home the night before you two and Riku set off,” she said, stirring the sugar and milk into her tea, “I knew something special had happened.”

Kairi perked up. “Oh?”

“He couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t focus on anything, especially not his dinner. Just had this big dreamy grin on his face with a faraway look in his eyes as he spilled his rice all over his lap. I figured it had something to do with you.”

Kairi smiled a little. “It did.” She thought of how he’d looked at her after they’d shared the paopu fruit and felt all warm inside. “He has such a beautiful smile.”

“That he does.”

They sipped their tea and nibbled on their cookies and kept sharing stories about him. But the shadows outside were growing long now, and Kairi needed to get home for dinner soon.

“Before you go,” his mother said, “would you like to see his room?”

Kairi’s heart pounded. “Is that… is that okay?”

“Of course. I thought… maybe, if it helps you, you can look at his things.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

One by one her feet took her up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last, till the door to his bedroom was right in front of her.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe it would be better to—

“It’s okay. You can go in.”

His room hadn’t really changed all that much since she’d last been here. The floor was still cluttered with stuff, old toys and clothes and knick-knacks, as he hadn’t been home long between his return and his Mark of Mastery exam. But despite that, it was well dusted, and if she didn’t know any better, she would expect him to come bursting through the door any second now.

One of his hoodies was strewn across his bed, the red and black one, and she couldn’t help herself. She walked over and picked it up, then hesitated and looked back towards his mother for permission.

“Would it be okay… if I borrowed this, for now?”

“Of course. He’d want you to have it.”

Kairi nodded and pulled it over her head. It still smelled like him, and wearing it felt like he was giving her a hug.

His mother gave her an understanding look. “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready. Take all the time you need.”

Kairi couldn’t bring herself to sit on his bed, but she did look around his room a little. Resting on his bedside table was a letter – her letter. She picked it up, mouthing the words as she read along. She remembered how her hand had flown across the paper, the words spilling out of her heart as her memories of him had returned. 

“Starts with an ‘S,’” she murmured as the page in front of her blurred. His expression of pure joy as he ran through the water popped into her head. Would he still have smiled if he knew the fate that awaited him? That only a few months later, he’d be dead because of her?

She set the letter back down. In their final moments together, he’d smiled much like he’d smiled that day, and she had to wipe her eyes. Even the happy memories were bittersweet now. But something told her he wouldn’t want her to be sad, and so she did her best to remember the good things. 

After returning home, dinner went by in a blur. Her appetite still hadn’t recovered, and she could only pick at the delicious food her mother had made, stir fry with pineapples and paopu fruit. The paopu fruit reminded her of Sora, of the cave drawing, of the special moment they’d shared as they’d fed each other the fruit. Not even meals were safe from her memories.

Going to bed was a struggle, too. When she wasn’t lying awake for hours on end, thinking about what had happened, she was having nightmares about it instead. A sharp pain in her back as Xehanort struck the killing blow, over and over again. Sora slipping right through her fingers and falling into the abyss. No matter what he did, no matter what she did, they could never reach each other. She always woke up, alone, with tears streaking her cheeks.

But with Sora’s hoodie on, things felt a little better. She felt a little closer to him. She sent Riku a quick text, then Xion and Naminé, before putting her Gummiphone back on the bedside table. 

Maybe tonight she’d finally be able to sleep.

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Neon lights, flashing colors. An enormous city with skyscrapers pointing towards the moon, trying to reach the heavens but getting pulled back down to earth. Water on the ground in puddles as raindrops splashed into them, disturbing the surface of the water, reflecting the surroundings like a mirror. 

Kairi had never seen this place before. It wasn’t The World That Never Was – the buildings didn’t match. This was somewhere new, somewhere different. 

White paint on the ground. Lots of lines running across the street. Big billboards running dozens of different ads at the same time. Cars with bright lights, too bright in the dark. The sky a strange shade of purple with ominous black clouds. A big white tower with the numbers 104 in neon red letters. 

She glanced at one of the puddles nearby. A face with blue eyes and spiky brown hair stared back. 

Her eyes flew open. “Sora?”

But the dream was over already. What was that place? A big city… a building with the numbers 104… and Sora, somehow. In some place she’d never been before.

Could it be—

No. It was better not to hope. Better not to get her hopes up. And yet… all of her past dreams about him had just been repeating the same things over and over again. This was new. 

She grabbed her Gummiphone and made as many notes as possible so she wouldn’t forget her dream, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she opened her phone to see what it said:

104 Building

Puddles

Sora

Really? That was really all she had written? Curse her sleepy brain for not being thorough. Sighing, she pulled up her chat with Riku. Time to arrange a meeting with him.

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As the mayor’s daughter, Kairi’s house was up on a hill a little ways away from everyone else’s houses. To reach the street where Riku’s house was, she hopped on her bike. The wind whistled through her ears as she descended the hill, reminding her of all the times she’d raced down this very hill with Sora and Riku. The roads on Destiny Islands were mostly dirt ones, and it was quite the bumpy ride.

Riku’s house looked much like the other houses on Destiny Islands did, but it was nonetheless charming, with its red brick roof and cute shuttered windows. As she approached and parked her bike (no need to worry about locks, no one really stole stuff from each other around here), she noticed smoke was coming out of the chimney. Maybe his mother was cooking something delicious for breakfast.

After a quick knock on the door, Riku invited her in. She removed her shoes and arranged them neatly, then stepped up into the house. 

“Sorry for intruding!” she called in the customary way. No one actually thought you were intruding when you visited, but it was the height of bad manners not to say the little phrase. 

“Welcome to our home,” his mother called back from the kitchen. After exchanging pleasantries, Kairi gave his mother a thank you gift for allowing her to visit, macarons in a nice box with a red bow from the bakery. 

Riku led her into the living room after that, and they took a seat on the couch. He poured them both some green tea, then settled back and said, “So, you said there was something you wanted to talk about?”

“Riku, do you know what the numbers 104 mean?”

He frowned. “104?”

“Yes. I saw them in a dream.”

She explained as much of the dream as she could remember – the building with 104 and the puddle with Sora’s reflection in it. The other details were hazy, but she remembered thinking she hadn’t been there before, and she told Riku as much.

“So, a place you don’t know. These weird numbers. And Sora. You think it might be a clue as to where he is right now?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, But I thought… maybe… I was just grasping at straws.”

“Because you want to see him again.”

She didn’t say anything. Riku was right on the munny, as always. 

“Trust me, I know the feeling,” he said with a sigh. “I keep hoping and then wondering if it’s just wishful thinking. But this, this sounds like an actual lead.”

“What makes you think that?”

She had to hear it from someone else. She couldn’t trust her own heart to be honest with her anymore.

“Well, for one, you said it’s somewhere you’ve never been before. Your nightmares were always places you’ve already been, right?”

She nodded.

“And you saw that building with a very specific number. Why would you remember a detail like that?”

“Well… the four at the end stuck with me.”

While residents of Radiant Garden considered the number thirteen unlucky, four was the number of death on Destiny Islands. The hospital didn’t have a fourth floor. The numbering went from three on the third floor to five on what should’ve been the fourth floor. The school didn’t have a fourth floor either. So to see it on a building like that when she knew Sora was—

“You think you saw him in the afterlife, don’t you?” Riku said.

She nodded again. “It’s the only explanation I can think of. But how is that even possible? I thought that once you’re dead, that’s it. You cross over whatever barrier there is between the Realm of the Living and the Realm of the Dead. No more contact with the people you’ve left behind.”

He shrugged. “If our journeys have taught me anything, it’s that there’s a lot I don’t know about how reality works. But one thing I do know is that if anything can last beyond death, it’s the bond you and Sora share.”

Tears pricked her eyes. Why was she always on the verge of crying now?

Riku awkwardly patted her head. He was trying, he was really trying, and that made her cry even harder.

“Hey, we’ll figure something out,” he said. “You and Sora are both too stubborn to let each other go. And luckily for you both, I’m too stubborn to let either of you go.”

She laughed through her tears at that. Sora might be gone, but at least she still had Riku. At least she still had the rest of her friends. Together, they’d find a way to bring Sora back.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Check back next week for Chapter 2!

Quick edit: You can see the art @chibiranmaruchan made here! 

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RAGBRAI 2019- The Stories of Iowa https://ift.tt/39j7gz4 I will tell the story of RAGBRAI 2019 as all stories are told, from the conclusion. Over the week we rode for 553 miles and climbed for over 21,000 feet. We had five bike mechanical issues requiring shop stops on the way. We had 14 and 13 beer stops, one pork chop, a wood fired pizza, countless pies, cinnamon rolls, pancakes and sausage, cheesecake, cookies, cobbler, homemade icecream, bbq, tacos, BLT, noodles, fresh sweet corn, gyros, pickles, french toast, and I am sure a few other things I am forgetting. We listened to two lines of about 200 songs (and sang the rest of the songs...well I did). We saw cows, horses, kittens, rams, goats, donkeys, rabbits, and one golden retriever (a half mile from the Mississippi). We threw over 20 milkweed balls. We encountered hundreds of people with stories and laughter. We thanked officers and paramedics and nice old church ladies. Well, that's the overview; now for the stories!!!

USAF cycling team- out to help!

Please note the stories may not be told by day- because this is RAGBRAI!!!! (If you don't understand let's go to Iowa the last week of July and bring your bike.) BIKE SHOPS ON THE ROAD RAGBRAI is a traveling city of support, including traveling bike shops. These shops manage everything from flat tires (because yes, people on a 500 miles ride forgot to learn how to change a tube or to even bring a spare tube) to broken bikes (no seriously, "here are the three parts of the bike and this piece that is hanging off. Can you fix it?"). No matter what was brought to them the bike shop staff were always smiling. We know this because for the first four days we became friends with the guys at Bike World and then the next three days we rode by getting "hellos" and waves, while they asked about our bikes. It all started on day 1!! This was our gravel day and the first day we met Brad. Oh Brad!! We were about five miles out from the overnight town when we stopped at a small pass through town on a big hill. After a quick stop I picked up my bike and suddenly it won't roll down the hill. This is not even me being on the bike pedaling, it won't roll down the hill. In this moment Patrick says the best line of the day (maybe the trip)-- "It is operator error or is something wrong?" The look I gave him at this moment I am sure said a bunch of curse words that I won't type out here, but "are you kidding me right now" would have also been communicated in the moment. So I did what any person who has been riding a bike for ten hours would do; I handed Patrick my bike and said here you roll it down the hill. When it stopped and refused to move for him too, he confirmed it was in fact not operator error. Oh good, because I was worried this was going to be a long week of me not knowing how to use a bike (please read that line in the most sarcastic tone with eye roll.). This led to us going back up the hill with what ended up being a broken spoke. Turns out the gravel may have jostled more than my internal organs. This was when we first met Brad. Brad who was putting back together other bikes with "brake problems", "derailer problems", and "I don't know what happened problems", smiled as we stood there waiting our turn. Brad then looked at my bike and confirmed, again, it was not operator error. Then he proceeded to fix the problem. Now you might be thinking "great job Brad, way to fix that issue." But this would not be our last encounter with Brad or Bike World and one other bike shop I don't recall the name of, sorry. Nope Brad would go on to fix Patrick's chain and adjust his cables for better shifting up hills; Bike World would go on to sell me a tire (not a tube, a tire-- this will be important later), an the other bike shop would also sell me a tire and fix my bottom bracket making my bike no longer sound like a paint can rattling up hills. Every time we needed help they were there (or close enough) and they were light hearted with positive words and smiles. We laughed through being close to tears each time we stood at their tents. And Brad-- you ROCK!!! And I am glad you got to see your mom during the trip and got a good home-cooked meal!!! GRAVEL Holy crap super fun day!!!! I was in love with riding the gravel loop the moment my tires hit that slightly muddy, somehow dusty, all bumpy road. However, my riding buddy was not feeling the same way. This was day one of riding and seriously trying not to die or end up with serious injury on day one was a HUGE concern on this 18 mile loop. At about 3/4 of a mile into the gravel course and Patrick announced he was done (there may have been curse words; correction there were curse words). I was now between a gravel road and a tough place, like the end of our adventure on day one. I stood at the top of this little hill, looking at the bigger hill, while Patrick wrestled his demons. But lets be fair I stood there like a three year old with a five dollar bill outside an icecream shop. I am pretty sure I was trying not to smile and bounce and yell, "This is F-ing awesome" (ok so to be honest I may have yelled that)!!! This moment was not about me; I was ride or die and there was honestly a chance at death since this was a new riding type for us. Patrick agreed to go up the next hill which would put us about a mile into the 18 mile ride and maybe 200 feet of the 1500 feet climbing on this loop done. At the top of the next hill we stopped (me still in three year old  "Can we PLEASE do this" mode). To my excitement Patrick now announced that while this was clearly a bad idea, maybe not our worse idea but a bad one, he was game to go!!! Pretty sure I was fist pumping the air and yelling "they can't take our freedom" as I headed down the hill full speed. We would stop a few more times at the top of hills with Patrick shaking his head and me bouncing on my dirt packed cycling cleats. We would also make it about five miles from the end of the loop when the rain came back. This added a new component of mud to the course. I was told on several occasions to be careful, even by the ladies at the patch stop (Pottawattamie County, the highest county in Iowa, yeah that wasn't on the description). It seems people know that look in my eye of "I live for danger" and they all try to help Patrick to control this behavior in order that I may not find out where the nearest hospital is in Pottawattamie County (I can tell you it was not going to be on the gavel road we were riding). We made it safely to asphalt again and Patrick's death grip on his handlebars loosened, high fives were given, and oh yeah, tires were changed (tires that I would carry on my bike for the rest of the day-- I honestly didn't mind the attention, because "hell yeah we did the gravel"). For the rest of the trip any gravel on the road was met with Patrick yelling "gravel" in his best Clint Eastwood raspy voice. Because when you overcome the gravel loop you announce that this is old news to you and you are invincible (well, except for that broken spoke mentioned earlier). MILKWEED BALLS

Patrick is attracted to oddities (I mean he married me, you have to know this statement is true). So when he saw a tent with butterflies and heard the words "do you want balls" he couldn't deny the intrigue. Turns out Milkweed Matters is an Iowa group who puts together milkweed balls for cyclist the throw along the roads of Iowa in an effort to grow more milkweed to help the monarch butterflies to thrive in Iowa. Here's what you do-- you pick up milkweed balls, which are designed with "clay" as a no till natural tilling seeding method, you put them in your pocket, you ride your bike along the roadway, you find an area where other wildflowers are growing, where there is no mowing and no crops, then you toss them out there. That's it! Each day the tents are located on the route and you pick up more balls to throw. (You do get told not to eat them and not to take them out of the area, as this milkweed is specific to growing in this area.) A few notes- throwing things from your bike is awkward (for me) and you get dirty looks from those who don't know. I explained on more than one occasion that I was not throwing trash on the roadway, I was throwing milkweed. To which the most common response was a roll of the eyes. (Look people I am saving butterflies here. Does someone saving butterflies litter? No, no they don't. They save the fucking butterflies!!!) JERSEYS THAT BIND US

In cycling events what you wear matters. Things like shorts, padding, gloves, helmet, all very important; but your jersey cements who you are in the minds of those passing or being passed. This is your calling card, it is the story you will tell for the day-- for one day, maybe one mile, but it will forever define you for that person. This is why the jersey is a very important choice. Jerseys bring out the conversations in people. They are easy talking points- "oh you have a jellyfish on your jersey, I was once stung by one"; "Oh your jersey has an anatomically correct heart on it, does it mean something (the answer is no, it just looked tough)". The conversations go on like this. But there are these jersey conversations that also stick out. Patrick was wearing his Escape from Alcatraz jersey. We had done the race a number of years ago. This jersey was noticed and remarked on often during the day. We were standing around in a pass-through town when I guy came up and mentioned that he had done the race back in the late 90's. He told of how much we liked the race and visiting California. he then said, "Yeah, I did the race because when I was a kid we were visiting Alcatraz when the escape happened. I remember the sirens and the commotion." At this point all Patrick and I could do was stare at the guy who didn't lead with this part of the story; no it was a casual second thought. I am pretty sure I questioned the guy, "You mean you were in San Francisco when the escape occurred?" He looked at me like he shouldn't have to repeat himself, but very nicely he said, "Yeah we were there on a family vacation looking at the island when it all happened." Then he said the following, "Well, you guys have a nice ride." Wait!!! What just happened???? Patrick and I just stood there for a minute as this guy walked on to talk to other people. Then I am pretty sure we just started laughing. This is what happens on RAGBRAI, you meet people, they tell you something cool or unique or unexplainable, and then they are gone.  WE STOP FOR BEER-- WELL, IOWA CRAFT BEER TENTS RAGBRAI is a drinking game. We found out from a friend (Thanks, Kevin) that on the route would be these white beer tents- IOWA CRAFT BEER TENT (a mix of Iowa breweries)- and you could get an armband. This armband was the gateway to a free tshirt at the end of the week. Here are the rules-- Get a band; Buy a $5 craft beer or root beer at the tents; You must buy at least ten beers and you have 14 stops to achieve the goal; Only one beer per stop will count towards your total. The second set of rules that you have to follow is how to get your beer-- Have your money out; pick which beer and learn its number; get in line; walk to your beer's number; grab beer off the table; walk through, handing your money to the staff at the end of the line; scan your armband; find a shady place to sit and drink. It is a super easy process, except for on the first day when you didn't read the sign about having out money, this gets you a few dirty looks that say "bless her little heart". Patrick will tell you the process was slightly different, because for him he walked through the line and told the money taker "she's paying for me." To which I always answered, "I don't know him." And then the money taker took my $10 without any gesture to give me change.  Now, those are the rules, but the game is really-- "What can Teresa drink and still ride and then what can Teresa drink and not feel that weird pain in her left ankle?" GAME ON. Each day there were two stops, three on one day and only one on the last day. We made a plan to stop at each stop starting on day one. This was a good plan because the beer stop on day one was after the gravel, a celebration beer for sure. For the most part the last beer tent was about 10 miles outside of town which gave me a great opportunity to have a dark beer and still be able to get to the night town safely. We never had a bad beer. A few "not my favorites" but never a bad one. In fact the day I had to drink before 9am (because it was short course day) I had a blueberry pancake beer which was the perfect breakfast!!! Mostly at the first stop I had a root beer or a cider (because fruit mid morning does not bring about judgement).  The IOWA Craft Beer Tent would also play a vital role in the State Trooper Story found later in this post. BUGS OF IOWA

On the first night in Iowa I got bit by a bug on my ankle. I'm from Florida so I get bit by bugs all the freaking time. But this REALLY hurt. The following day my ankle was hurting on the ride, like really hurting. By the following day my ankle was swelling and bruising-- and hurting every time my shoe touched it (which is a lot over 70 miles a day). Moral of the story Iowa has bugs that belong in Australia!!!! PIE

I know it is a photo of icecream.

One does not talk about RAGBRAI without talking about pie. Honestly, it is one of the reasons to love RAGBRAI and if you don;t understand this this you missed the point of RAGBRAI. The best pies you will find will be the pie stands with 7 year olds or 70 year olds handing out the pies. There is only one rule in RAGBRAI- eat pie, eat pie often! A TIRE, A GIRL, AND A COP WALK INTO A BEER TENT The final story I will tell about RAGBRAI 2019 is a story about the greatness that is the Iowa State Patrol. It was day four (of seven) Patrick and I were set to do the Karras loop which puts the ride miles over a century ride. We had finished the loop and all the hills required to get there. We were ready to get another fruit smoothy and a beer before we checked this day off the list. During the loop my bottom bracket started to sound like a paint can rattling with every push. I knew I was going to be stopping again at a bike shop tent to figure out this sound, because one thing was for sure it was not a "happy" biking sound. Not to be out done Patrick decided to get a flat tire. Not just any flat but a full tire blow out. This would be his second in the week (we are on day FOUR)- the "other" tire. I am pretty sure at this moment my actual words were, "You are fucking kidding me?" Patrick shook his head, "nope". Then many more curse words got said in that moment. Given that my bike actually could be ridden I decided to ride ahead to scout out a bike shop tent. Well, there was not one at the first town down the road. I can back to let Patrick know that I was going to rid on till I found the bike tent and I would bring back a tire for him. He was to sit under the tent at Tom the Turkey and get a fruit smoothy. Funny enough he had "ride friends" there who had been on the course and at this stop with us previously. I rode up about 10 miles and found the bike repair tent. I told the guys about my bike and the paint can noise. "Sure we can look and fix it, but it is going to take a minute." Great, well you see the other problem is my husband needs a tire and is ten miles that way (pointing back down the road). The bike shops guys could not leave and pack up yet and only had the shop truck. I looked around and saw a state trooper vehicle. I asked the bike guy if he knew where the state trooper was located. He pointed up the hill near the beer tent as he handed me the tire I needed to get to Patrick. I told him thanks and that I was going to be back for my bike after I got the tire to my husband. The guy yelled "good luck" as I marched up the hill.

Actual photo sent to State Trooper. Patrick with a bag of unmarked medication.  

The State Troopers were walking away when I stopped them. They turned around and the only way I can explain this is they looked like "Super Troopers"- mustaches and aviator sunglasses in place. I smiled, I did not laugh. I told them I had a situation. I then explained that they could either take me and the tire to my husband or they could take the tire to my husband. Yep, you heard that right- there was no option to tell me no. They noticed that too and looked at each other like I was a unicorn asking for directions. After a few moments of repeating the request, officer one tried to tell me they could not do it but officer two said they had to call their supervisor. I told them I would wait. Officer two walked away, I swear he looked like he was pretending to dial. Officer one just started at me. I looked over my shoulder to see the bike shop guys watching and smiling. Officer two walked back up shaking his head- not at me but as his partner. I was grinning so big when he told Officer one that the supervisor had given the go ahead to take the tire to my husband.

Loop patches.

As Officer one stood there astonished at the response. I began to tell the Officer two what my husband looked like and where he was located. This took much longer than I intended, as it seems the officers were not familiar with the area. We played a game of"who's on first" when I was telling them I had no idea what the two name was but that I knew he was as the Tom Turkey tent and that said tent was ten miles "that way". The officer rolled his eyes at me. I never lost it wanting to yell at him, Dude I am from Florida. DO you know where Florida is? A hell of a lot further away than your house." But I didn't, nope I took a deep breath and explained one more time where I left my husband. Oh wait it gets better. The officer asked for my husband's cell number. The issue here is that my husband's phone died earlier in the day and is in my pack on my bike. In full disclosure I told the officer this information. Officer two looked at me dumbfounded and officer one I am pretty sure threw up his arms in a "are you fucking kidding me" gesture. Officer two, after a few deep breaths, looks at me and says, "You know you are making this very difficult for us?" What I didn't say was "if you had left fifteen minutes ago when I gave you the details you would be there by now and not standing here dealing with me." Instead I told him "I know. And I promise I am not trying to but let's be honest cell phones aren't working out here anyway." Then I told him that what I did have was a photo of my husband form earlier today. I actually had a photo of him sitting in the exact spot that he would later be found in!! I also gave the officer a friend's phone number. A friend who I knew was still out of the road, and who I also knew was more than likely not near Patrick, but it was my best chance (the cops never called Kevin).

Kevin and Kelly- TEAM AWESOME

What would follow was 45 minutes worth of me texting with the officer, who turns out gave the tire to his supervisor to take up the road. I am pretty sure the man was irritated in giving me his number but he answered each text with updates. Until the final notice that Patrick had the tire in hand. I thanked the officer for his help and that the people of Iowa, him included, were amazing. In the meantime, I had gone back to the bike repair tent. I was greeted by laughter form the guys who all talked over each other in disbelief that the officer took the tire from me to go in search of my husband. The guys were nearly done with my bike, so what was there to do but o grab a beer (before the tent closed for the night). There I sat, with my fixed bike, on the side of the road, drinking a root beer (yeah, I know my limits) as first Kevin can riding up. When I said "Hi" and then "did a cop call you" the rest of the story got told with laughter following. As I glanced over the left at the road left behind, there he was, riding up the hill with a huge smile on his face. We both started laughing as he rode up. "I guess the State Trooper found you?" I asked him. "Yeah, he did. How?" It was a story told again from the bike seat as we traveled the rest of the way to town, laughing at how a girl got an officer to take a tire up the road by the power of demand. Let me say this in closing of this story- Thank you to the State Troopers who helped us out and kept us safe for not only this one moment but for the whole ride. The officers were amazing being there with support, blaring music, and a helping hand. There are many more stories to tell of RAGBRAI. Stories of lighting bugs, sunrise and sunsets, award winning cinnamon rolls, water slides, rock bands, and holding hands. But for now this is RAGBRAI!   RAGBRAI 2019 has come a gone, but the stories will live forever!!!    

[sebbies]

stargazing

a/n: a lowkey doctor!bucky fic??? who knew word count: 2.958 masterlist

Most nights, the sun has already sunk beneath the horizon by the time you leave the hospital, and tonight is no exception as you gently close the last file and stand up from the nurses station. The administrative part of the job didn’t bother you, in fact, you found it the most relaxing part of your stressful job. It was the time during the day you could unwind from a fourteen hour work day.

Going to work and coming home in darkness so often, you think you’ve become part bat part mole. You pull your thick winter jacket tighter around you as you step past the sliding doors to the parking lot. It’s mid January and the air is crisp and almost smells like it’s about to snow. You stop and inhale deeply, savouring the cold and the last few moments of complete silence. When you look up, past the lights and trees of the buildings, you notice there are no clouds in the sky, it was pitch black and yet because of the city lights, it’s been diluted to a charcoal-grey. There should also be more stars in the sky but even their light can’t penetrate through the smog.

“Won’t see anything from here,” a loud voice says from behind. You jump at its unexpected presence, “gotta go where there’s no light pollution or smog.” After taking a very audible irritated deep breath, you slowly turn around to face Bucky. You’re faced with him smirking down at you, something you mirrored back as you forced brightness into your voice, “Doctor Barnes, what a surprise seeing you here. Isn’t it a little late for you to be wondering around?”

“Just enjoying the view,” he says without looking away from you and you notice that the streetlights really accentuate the shadows on his face, making him look even more handsome than he already was. Not that you would let him know that.

“You’ve been avoiding me all week,” he states, cocking his head to one side, “usually it’s the other way around.” He smiles, knowing how you’re constantly chasing him down to do more work, finish reports and check up on patients.

“I’ve been pretty busy working, Barnes. That’s what happens when you actually do your job, but you wouldn’t know that.”

He chuckles, loving to see your more playful teasing side rather than the stoic concentrated look you always have on.

“You wound me, Y/N,” he says with a mock-hurt frown, clutching his chest. He raises his eyebrows and asks, “how about a late dinner?”

You start to walk around him and continue on the path to your car. “Sorry. Have an early nurses breakfast meeting.” It was a weak excuse, you knew it and so did he, but you’re tired and you honestly couldn’t find it in you to start bickering with him.

Despite your fast pace, Bucky manages to stick to your side, “a late dinner under the stars, then?”

You stop, puzzled, “Buck, it’s the middle of January no restaurants are going to have outdoor seating available.”

You try and gauge his look, but he keeps a straight and completely serious face, “Stevie told me about this new place. ’s called The Great Outdoors, supposed to be good,” he says, shrugging at the end.

Bucky is truly the last person you want to see and be around, but here he was, making a good offer that sounded a whole lot better that whatever microwavable food you had lying around in the kitchen.

“Fine,” you sigh, “let’s go.”

Bucky points to your backpack that’s loosely hanging off one shoulder, “you might wanna leave that at home. I can pick you up there.” You couldn’t even say anything back as he was already heading towards his bike that was parked in the handicapped space.

“Okay, then,” mutter, heading towards your own car. Day in and day out, everything you do is the same and so you’re on autopilot the whole way home, leaving you to think about the conversation you just had with him. There hadn’t been any rumours going through the hospital grapevine about Bucky hooking up with anyone lately, which was unusual, but you didn’t think it had anything to do with you.

“What the-,” you whisper as you slowly move into your driveway, seeing Bucky standing by your front door holding it open.

“You should really find a better hiding spot for your key,” he smirks, holding it up and letting the light from the front door shine onto it.

You yank the key out of his hand and huff as you enter your house, quickly dropping your backpack onto the couch before turning around, “okay, I’m ready, let’s go!”

Bucky doesn’t budge from the entrance, and you can hear the smugness in his voice when he says, “you’ll want to change first. Pick something warm and casual.”

There’s a spark within you that ignites, it wants you to growl or scream in frustration but you’ve come this far already so you hold it back.

“Fine!” You bite and kick off your shoes before heading up stairs, leaving Bucky to stand by the door.

In your room you swap the scrubs for your college sweatshirt and a pair of dark washed jeans and sneakers. After a quick glance in the floor length mirror and deeming your outfit fine, you head back downstairs. As you’re jogging down the stairs trying to put up a ponytail, you hear Bucky banging around the house and you groan just thinking about the havoc he’s wrecking.  

“What are you doing?” You ask loudly, yet he doesn’t show any signs of surprise.

“Just gathering some things for the journey,” he smiles and winks before holding out his hand for you to follow out the door.

“You know, I always did think you looked great in scrubs, but damn,” he moans and stops, letting his eyes run up and down your body, “your ass looks great in those jeans.”

“BUCKY!”

“Your carriage awaits,” he says, nodding towards his motorbike, ignoring your glare from his previous comment.

You’ve never used a motorcycle helmet before let alone ride one and Bucky could see you struggle with the straps. It was cute. Your tongue was sticking out of the corner of your mouth, your brows scrunched up as your fingers blindly navigate the straps.

“Come ‘ere,” he smiles and motions for you to step closer to him. With a defeated sigh you slump over to him. He chuckles and gently makes sure the helmet is on tight enough. You stand by his bike, watching him put whatever he took from your house into the small box in the back and then expertly putting on his own helmet.

“Well, then,” he motions towards the bike, “get on.” You try and seem confident about knowing how to get on a motorcycle, but since you’ve never done it before, you’re not exactly sure where to put your feet and how to get on without tipping the thing over.

“You know,” Bucky whispers by your ear, “it’s okay to ask for help.” You glare at him and he holds his hands up in surrender but puts them down when he hears a quiet, “okay,” from you. He shows you where to step on and holds both of your hands for support as you swing your leg over the bike. Bucky only lets go when he sees that you’re seated comfortably and securely, then he gets on. You gingerly place your hands on his waist.

“I don’t bite,” he says over his shoulder, “hard.” He adjusts your hands so they’re firmly around him. He revs the engine and roars down the street. You catch a glimpse of curtains being pulled open, neighbours frowning at the noise.

It only takes a few minutes and you’re out of the main city, going from highways to a single lane street framed with large trees. It feels like you’re going through a tunnel but one that is lighted by the moon and the headlights of the bike instead of the harsh artificial orange light. Bucky seems to know the road well, leaning expertly to navigate various potholes that you can’t see. You imagine that in the warmer months, the ride must be beautiful. Seeing everything in bloom jet by in a blur is a lot more welcoming than the dark shadows of the trees and the cold night air.

The bike turns onto a bumpy dirt road and you grab onto Bucky tighter; you can’t see it, but he smiles when he feels your hands clutch his jacket, pulling your body closer to his. He slows down when a steel gate comes into view. It’s not locked and Bucky pulls up along the gate and shoves it open.

You see signs posted on either side of the fence, it’s hard to read what they say in the dark but when one of the bike’s headlights skim over the sign, the signature brown with a white border causes you widen your eyes.

“Bucky! This is a state park!”

He grins and looks back. It’s not reassuring, it’s one of his infamous mischievous grins.

“It says NO TRESPASSING!” You add, grabbing his jacket tighter into your fists.

“Relax, doll,” he places his hands back on the handles, “trespassing is only a misdemeanour in this state. We’d only do community service, tops.” He doesn’t give you time to say anything because the sound of him revving his engine again breaks the silence of the woods.

A few long minutes and an extremely bumpy road later, you reach the destination at the top of a small grassy hill overlooking neighbouring farmland. Bucky stops and kills the engine and lets you clamber off before he sets the kick-stand and dismounts more gracefully than you.

You stand with your hands in your sweatshirt pockets and timidly look around. There’s a thin blanket of dew, glistening on the grass under your feet which you know will turn to frost in the morning. A light breeze rustles the branches of the grove of trees behind the bike. The smell of the bike exhaust fades and turns into fresh air. There’s a lighted trail of cars, like fireflies buzzing in straight lines, that marks the highway you had pulled off of earlier.

“It’s-it’s beautiful,” you murmur truthfully. You’re too busy admiring your surroundings that you don’t notice Bucky pulling out a blanket he had taken from your house and laid it on the ground. He plops down and clears his throat, patting the empty space beside him. You see which blanket he brought and were about to rip his ear off but something about where you were made you hold back your tongue.

You draw your knees to your chest, curl your arms around and stare out towards the sky in wonder. He was right. Bucky was right about being able to see the stars better without the lights and the pollution. The sky is crowded with stars, way more stars than what you saw back in the hospital parking lot. You’ve always been fascinated with astronomy and so you could pick out a few constellations.

Bucky leans back onto his elbows and raises a hand towards the sky, pointing to a cluster of stars, “Draco wraps around the little dipper,” he says quietly and you follow the path of his finger, “Hercules is just to the right.” It’s like the stars all align and you can see Hercules raise his sword to fight the dragon.

He moves his hand, pointing to Venus rising from the northwestern horizon, and Saturn along its transit. “If you look real close, you can see the distortion caused by the rings.” Bucky goes on to tell you about Arcturus, at the apex of the Bootes constellation; Vega, in Lyra low in the northeast; and Regulus in Leo are also seen with Bucky’s assistance along with dozens of other smaller stars and celestial objects.

“Doesn’t one of them have a galaxy?” You ask.

“Mhm,” Bucky hums, “Andromeda,” he replies, “but most of it already set and has moved below the horizon.” He points up again, towards Saturn, “to the left of Saturn and Leo is Cancer, Sam’s favourite.”

He snickers and you chuckle along with him. Neither of them would ever admit it out loud, but they’re each other’s best friend.

“How do you know so much about the sky?” You ask. In all the time you’ve known him, he’s never mentioned any knowledge about astronomy.

For what feels like the first time, Bucky doesn’t have a quick response. He’s quiet as he looks up at the sky. “When I was a kid,” he starts, “I wanted to be an astronaut.” And strangely, you have no problem imagining him pretending a brown box was a spaceship in his parents’ living room. “My old man gave me a telescope and star charts. He helped me pick out the stars almost every night.”

You watch him in profile, his face scrunches up in a memory. He’s silent again as if he’s bringing up a painful memory and you almost feel like stopping him but he goes on.

“When I went into the army, I had to leave all that stuff behind,” he sounds wistful, distant, “I bought a second-hand telescope out in the field, but-,” he sighs and looks at his left arm in his jacket, both of you knowing his injuries, “but it got destroyed. After my accident, nothing brought me any joy and-,” he swallows thickly, “it just like those stars were taunting to me. I lost interest in astronomy after that.”

Something twists in your chest with those words. You want to go back in time and stop him from signing up for the army or at least save him from the explosion.

“Astronomy’s loss is medicine’s gain,” you say softly, still staring up at the sky. You feel rather than see Bucky turn his head to look at you but you don’t cower in his gaze.

“Keep this a secret, yeah?” He asks quietly and you can tell that this is a part of him he wants to keep to himself and few others and your heart quickens at the thought of Bucky letting you in.

“Pinky swear,” you respond with your pinky up.

“Pinky swear,” he smiles and leans forward to place a soft kiss on his thumb, you do the same and your foreheads are resting lightly against each other. He uncurls his hand from yours and cups your face, running his thumb gently over your cheek.

“Bucky,” you breathe out. You feel him pull away and instantly your grab ahold of him, bringing him closer to you.”

“Bucky,” you whisper against his lips. He responds with your name and then you kiss him. Or he’s kissing you. It’s all a blur on who made the first move, but you couldn’t care because his lips were on yours and it’s what you’ve secretly wanted since you met him.

After a few moments of making out like horny teenagers, you both pull back breathless with smiles so big, your cheeks hurt.

“That was nice,” he says, “thank god I wished on my lucky star for that.” You outright laugh and nudge his shoulder, causing him to fall onto his back and he laughs along with you.

You take a few more minutes to sit in silence and admire the sky, knowing you’ll never look at it the same way before tonight. Bucky places his hand onto of yours and curls his fingers around as you do the same.

“Should probably get you home so you’re rested for that breakfast tomorrow,” he grins.

“Oh fuck!” He laughs and heaves himself up before helping you. Pulling you a little too hard so you stumble forward, both hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Bucky pecks your lips again, but you couldn’t help it and pecked back. He snorts and continues to kiss you until you yawn.

On the way back, Bucky drives a little slower, as if drawing the remaining time out. The temperature dropped further and you see the frost alongside of the road. You know you should be feeling cold, but having your arms around Bucky, leaning into him, letting the tunnel swirl around you, it brings some warmth to your body.

He stops in front of your house and even walks you to the door. The motion detector kicks in and and the front light shines, highlighting the blissed look on his face. He stops as you climb the two steps to the landing, keys already in your hand.

On impulse you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him. You feel his hands rest on your waist playing with the material of your sweatshirt.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his lips and you both smile. It takes awhile until you two part again and Bucky walks down the front path and to his bike.

“Good night, Doctor Barnes,” you call out.

He turns around and smiles brightly at you, “good night nurse Y/N.” You stick your tongue out and he does the same.

Only after the bike has roared down the street and turned the corner do you go inside. You don’t even look at the clock hanging by your door. But you are reminded that you have that early nurses breakfast meeting and you don’t care if you go in tired or even miss it. As you climbed into bed you couldn’t help but think about Bucky the stargazer and closet romantic. And as you fall asleep, Bucky the constellation, revealing itself one star at a time.

tags: @sebashtiansatan @dewy-biitch @denialanderror @floatingpetals @softhairbarnes @just-add-butter @deartomhardy @moonstruckhargrove @sugalight  @nedthegay @bluesprees @girl-next-door-writes@thefridgeismybestie @sebbysimblr @extremeobsessions101@fernfranklin @wwhitewwolff @sebastian-stan-is-great @keldachick@oberyners @chinalois 

[haydenandtrish]

Tour de Tulips: From Amsterdam to Lisse

Hayden and I quickly acquainted ourselves with life on two wheels in the Netherlands when we decided to ride from Amsterdam to Lisse – an 80 kilometre round trip. 

Why on earth would we do that though? To see the Tulips of course!

Every year, particularly in the month of April, the tulips bloom and the thick green carpet transforms into a velvet rainbow. Thousands of little flowers open their petals and let their colour shine. We couldn’t miss it. But we’re back packing, so we looked for cheaper options. We read online that there are approximately 20 kilometres of tulip fields stretching from Haarlem to Lisse. So instead of travelling down to Keukenhof Gardens by train and then having to pay to see the Tulips, we rented a couple of bicycles for 30 Euros and began our first big Dutch adventure. Our blue rentals were rickety old things that rattled, and when it’s over bumpy cobblestone roads, it’s every body’s business. They had seen better days for sure. But these old faithfuls got us places, and by the end of the trip, we had melded right into them.

Now. We ride.

First destination? Haarlem. Leaving Amsterdam behind and heading out to explore the Dutch countryside, you couldn't tell we were on the outskirts of a city with an airport on one side and an industrial estate on the other – it was still an abundance of green. 

Following the bike path, we veered away from the road and turned a corner, and we exclaimed something you start to say a lot on the road … Wow.  We quickly realised that the beauty of The Netherlands is inescapable. We were up on a hill, a glistening lake to the right, dense forest to the left and the distant view was full of windmills lining the horizon. With smiles on our faces, we rode on. 

Magic is everywhere.

Within the first hour of our journey, we had come across cute little towns made up of dark timber houses and farmland in the front yard. Sheep were kept, roosters could be heard and veggies were growing in neat boxes. With smiles on our faces, we rode on. We crossed dainty wooden bridges whose paths disappeared into what felt like enchanted woods, we milled in wonder as purple leaves rained lightly on us, and we laughed, true joyous laughs because everywhere we happened upon we had to stop and take in our surroundings. And then we would look at one another, and with smiles on our faces, we rode on. Through picture perfect Dutch towns, beside woods full of magic, past houses covered by vines and trees, along immaculately kept canals and over old cobblestone roads. We were left completely mesmerized. It was beautiful, to say the least, but there are some treasures we want you to experience for yourself, so we’ll leave it up to you to explore. We had no specific route and this was another little unplanned journey where we didn't know what to expect along the way. We have found experiencing somewhere with no expectations and no worry of whether or not you’re on the exact right path leaves a whole lot of room for unsuspecting wonder. 

Google Maps became our best friend as we navigated our way down. We continued past stone built houses that were detailed with white trimmings. They were roofed in no particular shape – all obscured and quirky but following a similar colour scheme of black, orange or brown.

The canals flowed just as lovely as in Amsterdam and the people greeted you with a smile wherever you went. We had arrived in Haarlem. Our stay was short as we rode directly through the middle and out into more suburbs. We soon realised we were supposed to be on the other side of a particular canal, we needn’t worry though, because to our luck, Hayden spotted a lady standing on the side of the canal gazing out to the other side. Following her line of sight, there was a white barge transporting pedestrians to and fro. We saddled up beside her and waited for our ride. After a quick chat and a few points in the right direction we were back on our way. 

Aaaahh the tulips.

We lulled lazily through unfamiliar streets noticing an increase in large oak trees, and the ladies earlier mention of a forest rang like bells in our minds when we came face first into an opening – with bike paths guiding the way of course. In our research before we had even left our Airbnb, we were told to follow the Leidesvaart Canal passing through towns Heemestede and Hillegom in order to find the Tulips. This is exactly what we did. We rode along the canal for some time and it eventually bent all the way right around a bend onto a dirt road, under a bridge, and then bam, on our left was a beautiful sea of red, yellow, white and pink. 

After four hours of an incredibly flat but never dull ride, we had finally arrived at the Tulips. It was just as beautiful as I could have imagined. We ran around excitedly, getting closer to the flowers, smelling the sweetness, feeling the silkiness, celebrating that we had finally arrived. However, it was a little bittersweet as we looked around and realised that we were about one to two weeks too late to witness the fields in full bloom. Many had already been picked. We witnessed workers walking up and down the aisles and handpicking only the most perfect tulips. Once we had finished admiring the first destination we rode a little further up. 

The place we came across was a quaint little set of houses along the canal we had been following. The yards were kept tidy, with tulips growing all around. We sat on one of the boat docks and had some snacks. We were quiet beside one another as we silently marvelled at what we had just gotten to do. We couldn’t believe the indescribable beauty of the Netherland’s. It’s just that, even as I type this I cannot for the life of me find the right words to perfectly describe how enchanting everywhere we went was. We just appreciated exactly where we were – in the middle of the Netherland’s, along some unknown canal, out front of pretty Dutch houses and looking out to bare green fields where Tulips usually lay. It was a dream come true.

We almost turned around there and headed home, but we decided to go just a little further. We are glad we did, because we ended up stumbling across more Tulip fields. There was literally fields and fields of tulips. This particular location had to have been laid by Willy Wonka himself as it was nearly completely purple. A church stood tall in the background surrounded by yet another town making it the perfect backdrop. 

We decided to keep riding down to the Keukenhof Gardens, go around them and head back up the other side from which we came. Although we didn’t go in, we’ve heard they are beautiful, so if you want to see the tulips in a more artistic way then this is the place for you.

It was around the time we stopped in a lovely little café in Lisse that sat beside some train tracks that we realised we had been riding down for over six hours now - making it close to 4pm. We were meant to have the bikes back in Amsterdam by 7pm. A quick look at Google Maps told us we would be there in 7 hours on foot.

OOOooooohhhh how we rode like the wind back to Amsterdam.

We hammered our legs with no joyous stops along the way, we battled the wind coming down against us the entire way back, we cut through towns and parks and with barely 10 minutes to spare, we made the journey back up within 3 hours. All the while thanking the Netherland’s for being so flat. 

Our advice


- Enjoy the trip from Amsterdam to Haarlem 
- Follow the Leidesvaart Canal passing through towns Heemestede and Hillegom - If you want to see our full route, click here.

- See the tulips late May early April if you want to see them in full bloom 

- Oh my god wear sunscreen! We didn’t and man our faces were sunburnt. They didn't look red but they were so sore to touch. 

- If there looks to be wind about, wear a scarf! I luckily had mine on and could cover my face. Hayden unfortunately copped it all which would have worsened the dryness from the sunburn. 

- Leave yourself plenty of time – we left at 9:30am so admittedly we could have left much earlier. We’re just enjoying that European time clock of late starts later finishes – it's marvellous.

- Even if you don’t get to see the Tulips we really recommend completing the ride if you have a day to spare.

It wasn’t just seeing the Tulips that made this trip special. It was being able to see real Dutch living in its most authentic state, and it’s breath taking ❤️

Always with Love,  Trish

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The Vatican, Rome's Hidden Gems and a Biking Adventure

Ciao! I'm officially a little over halfway through my time in Rome, and I can't help but feel a little sad that I'll be leaving soon. I've definitely become attached to the city and the Roman way of life. This past week was a little more relaxed than last week but still very exciting: I ventured inside St. Peter's Basilica, found some beautiful new places throughout the city, and went on a nice bike ride down the Appian Way.

Though I live less than five minutes from St. Peter's Square, I hadn't gotten the chance to see the inside of St. Peter's Basilica, so some friends and I decided to go early one morning. Luckily, we were able to avoid the worst of the lines. Of course, I knew that the basilica was big, but it wasn't until I went inside that I realized how enormous and ornate it really is. My friends and I also climbed up a LOT of stairs to the top of the dome, and were rewarded with an incredible 360 degree view of Rome.

The Basilica from the inside: HUGE

A view of St. Peter's Square and other parts of Rome from the top of the dome.

One thing that I was determined to do in Rome was visit some of the tucked-away, "hidden gems" of the city. This week, I was able to visit two of them: Aventino Hill and Quartiere Coppedè. I woke up early one morning and rode an electric bike down the Tiber river to Aventino Hill, which is a beautiful neighborhood on top of a hill. It is known mainly for one very small but breathtaking attraction: a keyhole in a door through which you can see the dome of St. Peter's framed in a line of trees (my best attempt at a picture is below). There were also some beautiful parks and a terrace overlooking the city. At the bottom of the hill, I stopped by an enormous rose garden, which I later realized contained hundreds of types of roses which were judged in an international competition which occurs in Rome. I saw many of the vibrant, prize-winning roses. Walking around the peaceful neighborhood in the morning was one of my favorite experiences during my time Rome so far.

Beautiful architecture in Aventino Hill

This was the best photo I could get. If you zoom in, you can see St. Peter's Basilica beautifully framed. It's best to see it in person, so make sure you stop by when you're in Rome!

Some of the roses at the rose garden at the bottom of Aventino Hill.

My friends and I also went to Quartiere Coppedè, which is known as one of the quietest neighborhoods in Rome. We took the electric bikes (if you love biking, try using the Dott electric bikes/scooters to get around!). If you couldn't already tell, I love to just walk around and explore random places. The neighborhood is known for its unique architecture and the Fountain of the Frogs. The streets were almost empty when we went, and it was a nice, relaxing way to spend a morning.

Walking down the streets of Quartiere Coppedè.

The last adventure for the week was the bike ride down the Appian Way, which was an event through CEA. The Appian way is a road connecting Rome to southern Italy, and at the time it was built (over 2000 years ago!), it was the only way to get to the southern parts from Rome. About 30 CEA students met up at Parco dell'Appia Antica (in the southeastern part of Rome), and went on a guided bike tour through the area. I love biking, so I was looking forward to this event, and it was cool to bike down the same road which had been used for centuries to connect Italy. Some parts of the road were a little bumpy to say the least (my chain came loose a couple times), but I had a great time.

Bike ride down the Appian Way! The actual roads were cobbled but too bumpy to get a good picture on.

Hope you enjoyed this week's updates, and I can't wait to share the rest of my time in Rome with you!

Sid Makkar

Mechanical Engineering

IPE Rome, Italy