About the Honeycyclists

Sarah Lourdes Lister

There was a time when I insisted that I didn't like riding bikes at all. I must have been in middle school- old enough to crave independence, but not yet trusted on my own outside of a few blocks' radius from home. That phase didn't last long. I explored and grew to love my city, Buffalo, NY, on two wheels. In college at Binghamton University, my bike became my primary means of transportation. I started leading tours professionally after graduating, and my lovely Surly disc-trucker was my livelihood.
The older I get, the more I love that speed sweet-spot you can reach while traveling by bicycle. You travel slowly enough to see things you'd never catch from a car window, but fast enough to get to see a whole lot.
Ostensibly, people have all sorts of different motivations for wanting to bike tour. You see amazing things, you're treated to immense hospitality and shown some serious kindness, and you can eat all the ice cream you want. All good reasons, and all important motivators. If you've been on a tour before though, you know that there's something more. Chalk it up to endorphins or the aforementioned ice cream, but I've never felt more at peace than while I'm touring. I can't think of a better way to start a marriage than by sharing a few weeks of bike
tour bliss.


Will Trithart

I am a man who likes to eat.  This has always been the case for as long as I can remember.  Riding a bike for six to eight hours a day means that you get to do a lot of eating.  I discovered this bonus during my first cross country bike tour in 2010.   Is the food always good?  No.  I can't say that I could have eaten some of the gas station hot bar items if I hadn't had an endless bottle of hunger sauce.  But there is always a lot of it.  This is America we are talking about now.  As we journey from southern California, through the southwest, Texas, New Orleans and the deep south count on me to give you a glimpse into the food we find to give us the energy to make it to the next meal.

With the pace of bicycle touring as it is, things don't change right away.  Sights, smells, temperatures and cultures takes days to take new form.  I look forward to seeing the United States come and go from Shadowfax, my steel stead.  To do so with my darling wife makes the expedition even sweeter.  I look forward to the ride.