Once upon a time I was crossing Independence Pass, up in the Rockies.  I don't remember where I was headed -- it was a long time ago.  But I came upon a lunatic who had ridden a bicycle all the way to the top.  It must have taken him days.

Naturally I hopped out of my rental car, borrowed his bike, and got him to snap a few pictures.  When opportunity knocks, a man must take action.

So here I am, bravely bicycling my way over the top of the continent.  And no one can say that I have never done any such thing.  I have pictures to prove it.

-- Paul Frisbie