Note: This is a companion piece to Hussam's post
The Months Before: IntroductionTwo things on my Iowa bucket list have always been attending the state fair and completing RAGBRAI. Since I am at the tail-end of my grad journey, this summer was probably my last chance to experience either.
Between the two, the state fair seems easier: you just drive to Des Moines, check out the butter cow, have some funnel cake, and call it a day.
RAGBRAI, on the other hand, has always felt like more of a challenge.
RAGBRAI, or Register's Annual Great Bicycle Ride Across Iowa, is a non-competitive bike tour across the state of Iowa. Traditionally you start by dunking your bike's rear wheel in the Missouri River on the western border of the state and end by riding more than 400 miles across the state and dunking your front wheel in the Mississippi River on the eastern border.
After my proposal defense, I found myself in a bit of a funk, experiencing academic burnout. To clear my head, I started biking every other morning. Having not biked all winter—and most of last summer—the first couple of weeks were challenging. But once I settled into a routine, I found myself biking more frequently and for longer distances. What started as trips to Terry Trueblood turned into rides to Coralville, which eventually expanded into trips to Tiffin.
After a few weeks, I had gained enough confidence in my biking ability to consider finally signing up for RAGBRAI LI.
My training regimen mostly consisted of biking to, and photographing all the new Herky on Parade statues. I would try to bike 10-20 miles every other day and on weekends. I went for longer rides, starting with North Liberty and eventually building up to rides to Solon, IA.
I was mostly done with the preparations. I had installed a rear rack on my bike, gotten pannier bags for the rack, gotten a compact tent and sleeping pad for myself, was easily biking over a 100 miles a week and was more or less ready.
My concerns shifted to the more practical. During RAGBRAI, how do I keep my friends and family updated without actively sharing my GPS location with them (because that would drain the battery). I hacked together a webpage that jerry-rigged the "Where's my phone" feature on android to update my location. Basically I had made a tool to dox myself (For obvious privacy reasons, the page stopped updating once RAGBRAI was done).
The Week Before: Bike ShoppingI have been collaborating with Hussam Habib since last semester. During one of our work-meetings I had mentioned that I was planning to go to RAGBRAI this year. Like most people, Hussam told me it sounded fun and he would definitely want to go on a week-long bike ride as well. Almost everyone expresses an aspiration to go on RAGBRAI, but almost no one follows through.
So, I was understandably surprised when the Tuesday before RAGRBAI, Hussam got in touch and told me that he had just gotten done with a paper submission and now was ready to go to RAGBRAI. I was a bit hesitant about Hussam's decision, especially after he told me that he didn't have a bike. On top of that, he had a very tight budget($200).
On Wednesday, Hussam and I went to Walmart to look for bikes, and we also visited the Iowa City Bike Library. Audrey Wiedemeier at the Bike Library was quite relieved that we didn't buy a bike at Walmart because, as she put it, "Friends don't let friends buy bikes from Walmart". Instead she suggested that Hussam keep looking for bikes on Facebook Marketplace and bring in whatever he finds to the Bike Library by Friday so we could fix it up.
On Thursday, Hussam called me and told me that he had found a $80 road bike—an ancient Panasonic road bike with downtube shifters.
On Friday, we were at the Bike Library as soon as it opened. We had to more or less overhaul the entire bike. After almost the entire day at the bench, we had the bike revamped — from new brakes to a new chain, we had even replaced the drop bars with an upright handlebar. We were the first people in the Library when they opened and the last ones out when they closed. At this point we were quite intimately acquainted with each and every nut and bolt of the bike, and by the end of the day, both Hussam and I had bikes. Hussam ending up spending a total of $137 (well below the $200 budget) on his bike.
On Saturday, our friends dropped us off at Glenwood for the start of RAGBRAI.
Even though there are plenty of ways to experience Iowa, for many, this experience is limited to speeding along I-80, catching only brief glimpses of The Quad Cities, Iowa City/Cedar Rapids, Des Moines, and Council Bluffs/Omaha. Reducing the state to little more than a highway flanked by cornfields.
But what if you tried to be subversive? Instead of rushing through the cornfields, you could take your time, traveling at a leisurely pace through small towns. This is the essence of RAGBRAI.RAGBRAI is more than just a bike ride; it's a rolling celebration of Iowa's diverse cultures — a party on wheels. Each town you pass through has its own unique character, shaped by its history and local flavor.
This year, we went through Silver City with its population of just 245. Hidden in the Loess Hills, this farming cooperative served us raspberry pies for breakfast, reflecting the town's agricultural roots.
At Atlantic, a town supposedly halfway between the Pacific and the Atlantic Ocean, we had a chance to experience a Church dinner.
Winterset, the birthplace of John Wayne, is a vibrant town nestled amongst the Covered Bridges of Madison County.
The variety in scenery, from rural landscapes to charming small-town streets, made every day of the ride a new adventure.
We also went through Greenfield, a town that had been ravaged by a tornado. It was quite humbling to see how the community had come together to rebuild. The resilience and warmth of the people in Greenfield were evident as they welcomed us with open arms, sharing stories of the tornado and how they supported one another in the aftermath. Despite the challenges they faced, their spirit remained unbroken, and it was a powerful reminder of the strength of these small-town communities.
Though July in Iowa can be scorching, with afternoons that make riding a slog, the mornings always made up for it. Riding through fields still drenched in early morning mist, you come to understand the true meaning of that famous "Field of Dreams" quote.