After reassembling the bicycle (She lost me right there--I'm 100% certain that no bike I'd ever screw together would get me over the Rocky Mountains!), she dipped a wheel in the Atlantic Ocean and started peddling west, avoiding all major roads and highways and cities, eventually dipping a wheel in the Pacific Ocean.
She tells me that Kentucky has the friendliest people and the meanest dogs, and that Nevada was a very lonely place. She replaced her tires half way, but only had one flat during the entire trip.
fledgling's flight --
I finally take off
the training wheels