Injuries sustained: ~5 (Mike: blood blister from an encounter with a multi-tool, Sharon: bad knee from riding in too hard of a gear, bug in the eye, Both of us: occasional saddles sores, scraped ankles from pedals) 
Days with the promised and much-hyped tailwind: 1 (but it was 1 great day!) 
Days with brutal headwinds: the rest.... 
Bugs hit: Sharon: 3 (one in the eye, one in the nose, one in the mouth - believe it or not, on three consecutive days), Mike: doesn't remember ("they were tasty!") 

Snapped cables: 5 
Replaced cables: 4 
Destroyed (and recycled!) tires: 5 for Mike, 1 for Sharon 
New rims: 2 
Massive tire-blowouts: 5 
Rear axles split in half: 1 
Sprocket sets fallen off: 1 
Flat tires: Who Knows? 30? 40? 

Started: September 9, 2008
Finished: December 9, 2008
Days: 92
Days actually cycled: 77
Distance: 4479.38km (2783.357691082573mi)
Furthest day: 123.83 km
Top speed: 63.89 km/hr

Or at least that's what the cycling book calls it... We've just finished cycling over (and I mean up and over!!) the much hyped Big Sur coastline. We've been hearing about it since we reached the coast - as though it is the pride and joy of the Pacific coastline in America. Whenever chatting to someone along the way and we mention we are heading south, we've seen faces light up and eyes start to twinkle as people begin to describe the Big Sur coastline. "If you think this is spectacular, wait until you get to Big Sur!!" 

SAN FRANCISCO HAS BEEN SO INCREDIBLY AMAZING THAT I FEEL LIKE WRITING THIS ENTIRE ENTRY IN CAPITAL LETTERS TO EXPRESS THE THRILLING SENSE OF EXCITEMENT THAT I’VE BEEN FEELING THE WHOLE TIME WE’VE BEEN HERE – but I’ll switch to normal typing because all capitals are pretty annoying…!

We’re sitting here in a library in Langunitas (or something like that) TWENTY MILES from the Golden Gate! Thought we’d write a quick update – to let you know that we’re still alive and kicking! The last few weeks (or however long it’s been since the last blog) have been phenomenal. We finished cycling the beautiful Oregon coast, crossed into California, and cycled alongside thousand year old redwoods, over spectacular cliffside coastline, through cattle pastures in sage covered tundra, along deeply shaded roads lined with eucalyptus trees, and past rows and rows of grapes in the Sonoma Valley.