It's not a bike

I'm currently on the first of my three flights to Portland, Maine. You would think that connecting in Phoenix is kinda silly but I guess the airlines don't.

I successfully packed the bike up today in about two and a half hours. I took special care to wrap every last bit and strap things together with Velcro straps. I even took the big and middle chain ring off to keep from damaging the frame again. This is the uncoupled bike.


And, this is it all packed in the suitcase.


When I got to the check in counter, I paid the usual luggage fee and asked the airline attendant if there was a special sticker or tag to put on the bike suitcase. He said that it was $200 to fly a bike. "Even in a suitcase?", I asked. "Yup." "Well", I replied, "It's a good thing it's not a bike!" "All right then." So, Sam Junior has an alias just like me. (I go by Laura when I travel to avoid the whole name fiasco that comes with being Piroska.) When he wants to hide, he now goes by 'Not a Bike'.

Here are some pretty pictures of sunset on Mt. Jefferson. And The Sisters.





-- Post From My iPhone

Location:30,000 feet heading to Phoenix