Celebrating the feat under the Arc de Triomphe in Paris
der the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, I felt like I had endured far more than a simple bike ride. It was an adventure with a capital A — something that will fuel me for years to come. I’m grateful to hear that it is fueling others out there, too. Whether it’s bike commuting to work for the first time or riding a Grand Tour, I hope this ride encourages people to attempt something they never thought they could do. Because when you stop underestimating yourself, amazing things can happen. The repercussions of my excited whisper during that conference call are still emerging. We ate so much sugar on the ride, I just had three cavities filled — and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at Kate Powlison is the research and a pain au chocolat again. I think I communications coordinator for have permanent tan lines on my Bikes Belong. Read more about the thighs and, weeks after I returned Rêve Tour at www.reve.cc home, I still had hundreds of unread e-mails in my inbox (sorry Mom!). But, far more importantly, the positive effects of this epic ride continue to emerge. I’m still getting tweets, e-mails, and posts from women (and men) who say the Rêve Tour inspired them to start riding or ride more often. I’ve started to see what happens when I don’t box myself in with preconceived expectations. I never thought I could bicycle 120 miles every day for three weeks. But I did. That’s the magic of the Rêve Tour. American Bicyclist 17