Gasoline is to traveling cars as food is to touring bicyclists. I wish I had taken photos of every meal I’ve eaten so far on my trip. Biking 60 miles for 8 hours lugging 50lbs of crap on a bike means I’m constantly burning calories. Two days ago riding, I woke up and ate: two scrambled eggs with fried with a pack of Oscar Meyer bologna, biked three hours and ate sausage fried into a waffle (called “pigs in a waffle”), biked another few hours up some hills and ate a whole thing of chili cheese fries at a tiny burger joint where I met another Greg biking around the world. After another few hours to Lompoc, my destination for the night, I consumed a big bowl of Filipino pork soup with garlic rice before throwing up my tent and passing out in an exhausted food coma. I went through all three of my 25oz bottles of water, snacked on chocolate chip cookies in between, and finished the bottle of orange juice I had. Today, my last day of pedaling, I start the day with eggs Benedict.

Gasoline is to traveling cars as food is to touring bicyclists. I wish I had taken photos of every meal I’ve eaten so far on my trip. Biking 60 miles for 8 hours lugging 50lbs of crap on a bike means I’m constantly burning calories. Two days ago riding, I woke up and ate: two scrambled eggs with fried with a pack of Oscar Meyer bologna, biked three hours and ate sausage fried into a waffle (called “pigs in a waffle”), biked another few hours up some hills and ate a whole thing of chili cheese fries at a tiny burger joint where I met another Greg biking around the world. After another few hours to Lompoc, my destination for the night, I consumed a big bowl of Filipino pork soup with garlic rice before throwing up my tent and passing out in an exhausted food coma. I went through all three of my 25oz bottles of water, snacked on chocolate chip cookies in between, and finished the bottle of orange juice I had. Today, my last day of pedaling, I start the day with eggs Benedict.

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First flat tire of my trip right outside a Filipino restaurant. Guess it’s time for dinner. Day 7, 60 miles, COMPLETE. Hello Lompoc, CA.

First flat tire of my trip right outside a Filipino restaurant. Guess it’s time for dinner. Day 7, 60 miles, COMPLETE. Hello Lompoc, CA.