Sitting at the ocean in Bar Harbor

It didn't feel real, sitting at the ocean in Bar Harbor, Maine - waiting for Larry to ride up and reach the end of his 4,300 mile experience. It has taken so long to get to this moment that I just felt... unable to put it into words.

This last three years was just the beginning - now the real hard work begins. And I'm looking forward to it - very much actually. Last night (four days after Bar Harbor) I walked around the streets of Ann Arbor by myself, stood on the top-floor of the parking garage behind the State Theater... thinking about all the days spent there running around with a camera in my hand. I think I've come a long way - and that feels good.

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49 days on the road

I just attempted to ride after Larry through the busy streets of Cleavland, Ohio. I lost him after her ran a red light and dodged a slow moving car, I had a camera tied in one hand, and the other hand was gripping the front brake, I couldn't take turns and dodge cars quite as fast as he could. But I did try.

So instead I tore ass through town, heading towards the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, making my way there based off of what I remembered the last time I was in Cleavland - in high school. I managed to find Larry in front of the R&R Hall of Fame, talking to a few people - the place was unusually packed because of a major skate competition going on along the lake.

Larry opted not to go inside and walk around because a) the doors closed in only an hour, and b) he said he stunk too much to be around that many people... I assume c) had something to do with his wearing salt soaked spandex.

Anyway, we are on our way towards Geneva-On-The-Lake, yes, that's the town's full name. I don't have much time to update, but I wanted to post these three videos that Larry took, they've been collecting dust in my iPhoto library.


A curve in the road: North Dakota is flat, I don't think that's news to anyone, but it's also very, very, very straight. So much so that when Larry actually saw a curve a road... he just had to get it on camera.


"Let 'er ride, Larry": While Larry was at the local bar in Esmond, ND, he met Gary. He's escaped from Alcatraz, went head to head with Ali, was a tunnel rat in Nam', and knows everything there is to know about music. Just ask him. He's a legend.


Try sleeping through this: This was taken with Nokia, which sadly, the audio isn't working on it during video mode, but the video doesn't leave much for the imagination. This was the first night Larry had a tent - it also just happened to be a incredibly stormy and windy night. The wind was actually blowing so hard, it ripped up the stakes in Amanda's tent and pulled the floor up so fast it threw her MacBook into her face while she was typing on it. I don't think any of us slept very well that night.