The Canadian Conundrum

We're in Canadia, the Couve to be exact. It's a dark and rainy night, 4 boys holed up in a room pouring over racks, maps, lights, cleats, socks and safety triangles. Stomachs full of bangers, mash, beer and anticipation. Considering that 4 men bought into the idea of forming a pelaton down the west coast via emails and phone calls less than 2 weeks ago to the date, it is nothing less than remarkable, yet conceivable, that they have all spawned from the same travel company, willing to throw convention to the wind and 2 wheels under their tails, all for the sake of one of many incredible adventures yet to be written.

This blog begins tonight as a way for us to keep you posted, posted on the leg shavings, daily dares/scavenger hunt challenges, animal-style slathered food eating contests and all of the shenanigans yet to come. We invite any and all recommendations for challenges/dares as the material between 4 guys, although funny, can sometimes (surprisingly) become narrow. These shenanigans could not have been made possible, or continue to be possibilities if not for our Canadian contingent... Aimee, Andrew, Beth, Dan, Lindsey, Kurt and Wendy. Sit back and enjoy the ride from the comfort of your computer chairs as we freeze, sweat, rash and party, on our migration South toward warmer climates and burritos.

We'll keep you posted on our location along the route so come out and join the ride. No distance is too short and even the smallest amount of company and conversation goes a long way on the hard road. So sit back, grab some suds, check and sign out of your email/facebook accounts, write on your own blogs, reheat some leftovers, text your ex, and settle in for debauchery and some "deep thoughts" from the road.

Signing off with a round of scotch,

Palin's Roving Boy Band