Oh Yale

Day 1...Captains Log

"I am wearing no underwear.....I am sweaty....and my ass already hurts." These are my thoughts as I whirled around the outer towns of New Haven one last time on my 30 mile orientation time trial. I am at orientation. Although the journey hasn't started yet my experience has. I am one of 27 riders on a path that will lead me through the heart of America to San Francisco.

The riders come from everywhere. Kentucky, California, Texas, Maryland, and Connecticut to name a few. We are being held in a mecca of a church newly renovated complete with a Foosball table and flat screen TV's. My 30 mile ride was a slow chance for me to say goodbye to Hamden, which we briefly passed through and was the home of my education for the last four years. Tomorrow I will say goodbye to New Haven, which has housed my excessive drinking for the night's last four years. I have already found out I am the one fear while I sleep. I snore.....and I roll. The first night I layed down next to my friend Morgen. She was beside the Foosball table. When I woke up, she was scrunched beneath the table like a caged rat due to my rolling while I slept. I'm off to CVS to try and cure snoring....as for rolling....I guess I'll have to make a disclaimer every night.

Tomorrow we leave with a police escort from the New Haven Green. I am not sure I can handle to 6:15am wake up call. I thought the biking would be the tough part. Anywho....farewell New Haven. San Francisco here I come via Ridgefield Connecticut!