Believe it or not, I made it all the way across America with no major bike problems. Shortly after dipping my front wheel in the Pacific, I was cycling up the foggy 101. I looked down and suddenly my chain was gone. It had popped off a few meters back which meant I needed to get to a bike shop. And the only way to do that was to hitch my very first ride. My thumb was starting to get tired when Jeff and Trish stopped and drove me and my bicycle to the closest bike shop — which happened to be on their way.