Almost 11 years ago (whoa!), a group of my friends went out to California to ride their bicycles back across this great country of ours. They faced mountains, snowstorms, 3.2 beer, and… each other.
Hugh (who according to Jon wimped out and hitchhiked instead of choosing frostbite) was my roommate at the time. As I recall Hugh left me a message from the road recounting their heroic departure… somebody had a boombox strapped to their bike, and I’m A Survivor (Destiny’s Child) was playing. I’ve always imagined Hugh riding out of SF at dawn, one fist pumping in the air, singing “I’m a survivor, I’m gonna make it!” at the top of his lungs. This scene is probably stuck in my head because upon his return he acted it out a number of times. True or false, it’s in my memory, and I like it there.
I love that Jon sent me this update from their trip, and that I held onto it. I’ve always been fond of the way that a postcard is like a little snapshot into life at that time, some with more detail than others, but a vignette regardless. This brings back memories of when I used to hang out with Jon all the time, when I lived with Hugh, and when I worked at MIT. Solid postcard.