One of my favorite jobs during college was at this little coffee shop in Ashland, Oregon, called The Beanery. Its incredibly chill vibe, slew of regular customers and delectable, locally roasted coffee was enough to send a poetry major like me into certain bliss. In addition to my daily Mexican mocha, I enjoyed intelligent banter with a kooky professor, learned how to play a mean acoustic guitar from an old man named Joel, and
Happen upon this shaggy, sun-parched specimen on your next highway adventure and consider yourself a witness to history in the making. What happens to someone after 10,000+ miles on a bicycle? In addition to Hulk-like leg muscles and tan lines that look downright alien, this guy has a treasure trove of interesting stories and perhaps the coolest trip journal anyone’s ever seen.
Meet Eric Clausen, the first “cycling artist” to ever