It was my first time in the US. I rode my Colnago everyday for almost 2 months all the way from New York to Los Angeles. Riding with 21 people who became my best friends forever. I met some Real People, some of the most Human beings I’ve never met.

I saw America, big and beautiful, ugly, fat, generous, long and lonely, gorgeous. I saw big trees, bears, tiny birds, rattle snakes, wild rivers, weird insects, vultures, butterflies, … and I saw the Pacific Ocean.

About 3,000 miles into the 42ride across America, I remember thinking this is what I want to do for the rest of my life, now. I didn’t want to go back to my life in Paris. I had left half of my broken heart there, and my job as a bicycle courier with no future. Life on the road, traveling on my bike, being a bicycle nomad was a dream, a dream come true. Now, I don’t want to stop dreaming, so I keep going.