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The City of New York

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Long live the World Trade
- Jay-Z

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So they did eat, and were filled …
- The gospel of Mark

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All right, Coney Island. Ok, you can take the B or the F and switch for the N at Broadway Lafayette, or you can go over the bridge to DeKalb and catch the Q to Atlantic Avenue, then switch to the IRT 2, 3, 4 or 5, but don’t get on the G. See that’s very tempting, but you wind up on Smith and 9th street, then you got to get on the R.
- Kramer

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… unless you had children to think about, even the homeless saw it as a step down to leave Manhattan.
- David Sedaris

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I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.
- Walt Disney

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I think, therefore I am.
- René Descartes

Thank you Tori, for running in the rain
Thank you the Ritz family, for generous hospitality
Thank you Cara, for fireworks
Thank you Ryan, for food!
Thank you the Hardy family, I’m still here

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment May 8, 2012

History and a hot shave.

The East is rich with American history, especially between Monticello (Jefferson’s estate) and Gettysburg. Lucky for me, my wonderful parents decided to fly out to D.C. for a week to join me for a rendezvous with history.

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Monticello: Jefferson’s estate. Did you know that all of Jefferson’s cooks were trained in the art of French cuisine?

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A replica of the Wright brothers’ successful aircraft. Did you know that they developed their very own wind tunnel to test various Wing and propeller designs?

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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr Memorial. Did you know that the artist misquoted Dr. King on this memorial? (it is not this quote by the way)

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The Washington Monument. Did you know that the first Washington Monument, now in a Smithsonian, was replaced because the public did not respond well to it? (the artist made him look like a Greek god)

The process of a hot shave is quite involved. First, the subject must be willing to participate. As well as the barber (this gentleman has been a barber for over 50 years!) The initial, and final product.

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The process: An initial layer of hot shave cream is applied to the face and let sit for a few minutes. A wonderful hot towel is also applied after the cream has time to soak for a bit. A new layer of cream is applied, the subject is shaved, followed by a second heavenly hot towel. Touch ups are made and after shave is applied. Quite a life changing experience if I do say so myself.

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Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment April 22, 2012

A list of frequently asked questions

Question: How many miles do you ride per day?
Answer: about 60.

Question: what do you eat?
Answer: food.

Question: what is the scariest thing that has happened to you?
Answer: I was chased by five wiener dogs. At the same time.

Question: do you ever get lonely?
Answer: yes.

Question: do you ever get tired?
Answer: yes.

Question: do you listen to music while you ride?
Answer: yes.

Russian: do you ever ride in the rain?
Answer: yes.

Question: Have you ever had to go number two on the side of the road?
Answer: surprisingly no.

Question: have you ever had to sleep on the side of the road?
Answer: not yet.

Question: who is the craziest person you have met?
Answer: myself at mile 45 – singing John Denver to an audience of dead squirrels and frantic caterpillars.

Question: what do people say when they find out what you’re doing?
Answer: exactly what you said when I told you.

Question: are you going to write a book?
Answer: no.

Question: why the small wheels?
Answer: the bike and trailer components actually fit inside that suitcase. There’s this awesome company in the northwest, they do all the manufacturing in Eugene, OR …

Question: do you have to pedal more since you have small wheels?
Answer: no, I just use a bigger gear. (Sadly, I am asked this question frequently)

Question: would you do this trip again?
Answer: a similar trip, yes. I would also have to have a good companion with me.

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Shootin some hoops at Duke! Yes, that is in fact a volley ball.

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Duram bulls baseball Family in Raleigh, plus friends! My aunt, uncle, and cousins took very good care of me!

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Firefighters made quick work of this roadside fire near Emporia, VA.

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That’s right folks, it even all fits in the trunk of a Honda accord!

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Day at the beach with the cousins near Norfolk, VA.

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

2 comments April 12, 2012

The picture.

I thought this picture deserved its very own blog.

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Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment April 10, 2012

South by South East

Weeks ago
Cool rivers in Austin
Distilled the sounds of south by south west

A bike box
Trains and purple lights under bridges
Tracks rolling to New Orleans

The dearest family
They shared their hotel room
And the streets of chaos

Gators love marshmallows
Brown moccasins are aggressive
People in cars can be too

Waiting out storms
With a family of eight
Plus five for a night

Plus we got to climb trees
And swing swings
And witness bees

The journey unfolding
On a bicycle built for me
Manufactured in Eugene, Oregon

To witness strangers
Who become friends
Embracing with love

Love that is not created
But discovered
. . . and it is everywhere

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Finishing touches to trailer leaving from big bend national park.

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St.Patricks day in New Orleans . . . Ridiculous

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It rained a lot in Mississippi.

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. . . So we made cookies!

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. . . And got dressed up?

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The whole gang.

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Ferry ride in Mississippi. Then I got on a bus from Tallahassee to savannah to make up some lost time.

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Breakfast/lunch dessert/dinner dessert in savannah. What a beautiful place!

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The river in Savannah, Georgia.

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Best fried chicken meal so far, complete with sweet tea.

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment April 2, 2012

Two Time Zones and a Realization Later. . .

Setting off from Phoenix, I knew I would lose my riding buddy Drew within the next few days. Although this process was lengthy – I believe we officially said goodbye three or four times — with each departure my heart would grow a little weaker.

One of many goodbyes

The cactus in the front yard of the Vernon’s house was extra friendly. Their hospitality was much appreciated.

One very suggestive Cactus

After taking in the views and history of the mines in Silver City, I headed to the Lower Gallinas campground below Emory pass.

Chilly morning, quiet creek.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The campground’s elevation is approximately 7000 feet.  It was by far the coldest night as all my water – besides the bladder I was using for a pillow — froze solid overnight. As I crested the peak, I was rewarded with a splendid view.

The next 90 miles into Las Cruces ended with me receiving my first car ride from my great Uncle Ron, who was gracious enough to pick me up 5 miles away from their home so I wouldn’t have to ride through Las Cruces in the dark — a frightening thought. Las Cruces continued to provide some much needed rest, fantastic Italian food, and wonderful family members. Uncle Ron and I worked on my bike for the afternoon and I learned something that would change my life forever. . .

Great Aunts and Uncles Terry, Anthony, Joanna, Ron

Tip of the trip: When patching tubes, light the glue on fire for a “hot patch”. The heat dries the glue and bonds to the patch quite nicely. P.S. The glue is supposed to be dry when you adhere the patch.

El Paso brought completely new experiences to the trip, both frightening and revolutionary.

The road I was originally supposed to ride was completely closed, forcing me in another direction. This other direction was a road that became a freeway, which had a nice shoulder/sidewalk to ride along. Unfortunately, a bridge narrowed the sidewalk so that only a very slender human being would be able to cross. I waited until there was a break in traffic, took a deep breath, pulled into the right lane, and booked it across the bridge. Luckily, the bridge was fairly short and only a handful of cars passed before I crossed. Regardless, I hope this is a one-time experience!

Although riding so close to Mexico brought an uncomfortable feeling of privilege, I met some lovely people in El Paso at the youth hostel.  I met Mike, who convinced me to come stay with him in Alpine before heading to Big Bend National Park. I also shared guacamole with a fellow traveller from Australia and another man who didn’t speak any English, but was kind enough to share some of his Horchata. More importantly, I had a crucial revelation of how I would view this trip. I left El Paso with my neighbor from back home’s parting words ringing in my ears: “Many touring cyclist only see pavement. Don’t only see pavement.”

At this point, I decided that it would always be more important to experience the country, rather than pedal the entire way. I will of course attempt to pedal as much as possible, but I don’t want to miss a thing. In fact, today I will be hopping on a train to New Orleans in order to meet up with a friend for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. But I digress. . .

I wanted to arrive in Big Bend as soon as possible, so I decided to hitch a ride from Van Horn into Alpine to avoid a night of camping on the side of the road — which would have been inevitable.

Lloyd, one of the most generous and relaxed individuals I have ever met, was kind enough to give me a ride. After picking up his friend Ed in Marfa, we went to rescue Ed’s truck where the transmission had gone out. Since the sun had set at this point, Ed and Lloyd decided it would be best to take me out for dinner before driving me the extra 20 miles into Alpine to personally drop me off at Mike’s house. I will never forget these individuals, and hope that many other travelers will experience their benevolence.

Ed, Lloyd, Mike, Me

Big Bend only brought more benevolence, as I met a group of four dudes that would become good friends on my first night in the park .

After hiking with them the next day, they offered me a ride to Austin so I wouldn’t have to hop on a bus — the goal being to attend South by Southwest Film and Music Festival with my best friend Brian Frager. This also allowed me to experience much more of the park, as the next two days we continued to hike and visit the hot springs. We also met a retired comedian and his wife, who kept us more than entertained, as well as a group of girls on their Spring Break. Overall a fantastic experience — thanks to Mike for making the suggestion.

Doug, Alex, John, Luis, and Myself on top of Emory Peak

The View from Emory

The Extended Big Bend Family

Frost/Snow riding into Big Bend

 

I am currently in Austin, Texas, taking in South by Southwest, and looking forward to whatever may appear.

SXSW Street Band

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment March 16, 2012

Stories from California and Arizona, Thus Far: By Jacob Publicover

California is a great state to travel in if you don’t mind all of the people. The views of the ocean are fantastic and the hospitality from friends and family is always appreciated.

Jacob, the gentleman in the middle, recently rode his mountain bike from Alaska down in the tip of South America.

The California coast, and a New World Tourist

Riding into San Luis Obispo, a friend joined us.

Guy riding with us to SLO (he is a friend): “Do you think these chamois (bike shorts) are see though?”
Me, riding right behind him: “I don’t think so, why you ask?”
Guy riding with us to SLO: “Well a guy on the tri team said they were but I just kept wearing them anyways.”
Me, still riding right behind him: “Well, I don’t think so but they do make your butt look extra nice.”
Guy riding with us to SLO: “Thanks buddy.”
Two days later. . .
Me: “Dude, I think those actually might be see through.”
Guy riding with us out of SLO: “You think so?”
Me (realizing what the shorts are): “Dude! Those are liners! Your supposed to wear those under mountain bike shorts or something.”
Drew (laughing at this point while taking a closer look): “That’s why there’s no modesty patch.”
Guy riding with us out of SLO (less of a friend): “What the heck is that?”
Drew: “It’s the part of the pad in the front that covers . . .” (enough said)
Guy riding with us out of SLO (still a friend of course – and laughing now): “Well shoot, I’m gonna’ keep wearing them without anything over the top anyways.”
We all hugged in our skin tight tights before wheeling our separate ways – always in perfect style.

"I'm from L.A. California hot. Days got shade let me take you round the way. . . the West coast, where everybody is somebody." - MURS

As we were riding through the streets of L.A. we received an abundance of attention, especially from high school teenagers that had just been released for the day.

Young guys in a car: “Nice spandex, bro.”
Drew (three blocks later after catching back up to them): “How you boys doin’?”
Young guys in a car: ” – ”

Guy on a porch with friends: “Where you headin’?”
Me: “The east coast.”
Guy on a porch with friends: “WHAT?! – did you guys hear that guy is going all the way to . . . ”

Big guy on the beach: “Maaan . . . those bikes are loaded DOWN.”
Us: ” – ” (I guess we could have at least said yes back – I think he’ll be ok though).

I had the pleasure of catching some waves with a real surfer dude near Carlsbad, CA. The waves were fantastic, even though they were rights, and the company entertaining and encouraging.

Surfer guy: “Yeah man, the water is pretty cold here. Not ice cream headache cold, like up north at Pismo, and Santa Cruz, and all, but still enough to be wearing a wetsuit and even booties.”
Me: I like ice cream. (I didn’t actually say this, but I wish that I had).

The ride out of San Diego resulted in three hard days containing over 8000 feet of elevation gain and 250 miles. That third day of riding also contained a number of “small” hills that weren’t big enough to show up on the topo maps. Although this turned out to be the hardest day of physical activity in my life the sunset at the end of the day was breathtaking. Although at this point I had little breath left in me, the quiet color that enveloped both mountains and fertile valley was miraculous. I have never been so grateful to roll into an RV park in my life – complete with hot showers and potable water.

Crossing the first of many state lines - although this isn't technically the state line this sign is much cooler.

Amost grateful sunset and just like the song says - God Bless America

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

Add comment February 26, 2012

A bike trip USA

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Jacob Publicover will be riding his New World Tourist across the USA, and sharing his adventure with us.]

Guess what sits in a corner and travels around the country?

In this case it’s a pig. This lucky guy is leaving in around eight hours to embark on an epic journey on a New World Tourist.

I think I’ll join him.

Sincerely,

Jacob Publicover

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Add comment February 9, 2012


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