We arrived in Salt Lake City after an eternity of flying, stopovers and time-killing in various airports, in bizarre moods, half exhausted, half overflowing with anticipation and energy. Our new friend Mark Kennedy, who owns and runs Saturday Cycles, picked us up from the airport and took us straight to his bike workshop.
There we were introduced to Christie, a Saturday Cycles employee, where we spent the next 4 or so hours setting up our new bikes with racks/bags/saddles/pedals etc, eating mexican and drinking beer on the roof for smoko. With the new bikes finally set up and ready to go, we rode home, dog-tired at 1am on the right-hand side of the road with Mark and Christie as our escort. A massive thankyou to them both.
We spent the next day further tinkering with the bike setup and checking out Salt Lake City, with its impressive array of Mormon buildings, lush green yards and nature strips, and fluro orange flags to carry with you when you cross the road.
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