2/2/17 – 2/6/17 Be weary of any Indian who says "just a little up". It was getting dark. We had battled valiantly through 7 hours and 80km of war, including 6k feet of climbing on an endless road that seemingly had a series of bombs dropped on it before a bull dozer...
1/22/17-1/31/17 Racing daylight, I rodeo’d my bicycle down the last few kilometers of broken road through the canyons in Arunachal Pradesh. The road was littered with loose, fist sized rocks, swimming in ankle deep sand. Below me once again lay the flats of Assam and...
1/15/17 – 1/21/17 I was asked by a man recently (and I get this question dozens of times per day), “Why do you come here?” Before I could give my standard, canned answer, he answered my question more perfectly and more simply than I have been able to thus far. “To...
1/8/17 – 1/15/17 We passed through a gate and were literally, (or as close to literally without being literal) in another world. The road, once flat, in an instant vaulted up, into the rolling hills, a mere stepping stool precursor to the daunting peaks that define...
1/1/2017 – 1/7/2017 I am an asshole. Or, at least that is how the people of Assam make me feel. I have never experienced such overwhelming, unsolicited kindness. They do it for nothing else but because that is their way and expect nothing in return. It is humbling and...
12/22-12/30/2016 I’m back in India and the mountains are just as I remembered, mostly. But to get to them, I still had to cross about 100km of flat, humid, mosquito saturated, mold infested, diesel spewing monotony. It has been my experience that border crossing areas...
The World Spins By is an intimate journey of loss, curiosity, and love—recounted one pedal stroke at a time along Jerry’s two-year bicycle journey back to himself.