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Day 40, The Fantastic Mr. Fox Day

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December 12, 2010

White jawed and invisible whiskered, I watch him watching me watch him and gently continue my pedal towards his mark. In the crisp morning, the horizon has an endless girth. From eye-corner to eye-corner. Flat, featureless and unbroken. The road slices through its gut, focusing my gaze on the…


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Day 39, The No Country For Old Broads Day

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November 23, 2010

This is pure friendo country. Sparse. Vacant. Moody. The wind shimmies through the grass, getting busy in that Hawaiian skirt way, and there I am. I fly fly fly along the skillet flat earth. In the silence only Kansas can provide.

It’s not flat, of course. It tilts ever…


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Day 38, The Geometry Day

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November 13, 2010

“I’m missing a…”

I want to say thong, but I know that’s wrong. That thong is a very different breed of noun here. That to say that I’m missing one sends an accusatory message that suggests both impropriety and shady-man weirdness.

“A flip-flop,” I say. Elaine looks puzzled.

“You know,…


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Day 37, The Devil Day

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November 8, 2010

“That storm’s coming for me,” I joke to myself, immediately thinking “That’ll make a nice first line for today’s blog.” A storm coming for me. Nice semi-dramatic lead.

Legs churning, spinning, I pedal furiously, laughing to myself at the ridiculousness and futility of my 4mph headwind plight. Yes, a…


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yesiamprecious.com photos

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October 25, 2010

Each day on my ride across America, I would upload a photograph which would become the background of the Yes, I am Precious site. I had a few requests to put those photos somewhere, so they’re over on flickr if you want one in high res. I cobbled this…


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Day 36, The Backwards Day

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October 2, 2010

End.

The Larned water tower. In a whispered thrill it calls to me, again and again. A silver solder blob in the distance. A shiny christmas tree ball rolling around on the horizon’s carpet.

“Over here, over here!” it says. “C’mon, you can make it. Come stick your tongue…

Janeen McCrae
Santa Cruz, CA

Writer. Rider. This is where I collect the fruits of those two things.

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