Day 1: Leaving New York

First day on the road.

Packed light, said goodbye to the team who came down to see me off at the Atlantic. The bike felt heavy with everything strapped to it, but once I was moving it was fine. That feeling — the wheels turning, the city falling away behind you — that was something.

Did three haircuts in the Bronx before I'd even hit the state line. A man named Marcus hadn't had a cut in two months. He told me he felt like a new person when I was done. That's what this is about. That's the whole reason.

The miles pile up but the work keeps it real. When you're sitting with someone and you're cutting their hair and they're talking to you — you're not on a bike journey anymore. You're just two people in a moment.

Miles today: 68.

More to come.

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