Jan. 21, 2026

Leaving Flint to See America on a Schwinn Bicycle

I Left My Blue-Collar Hometown On A Schwinn And Learned How The "Other Half" Actually Lives

Have you ever felt that crushing pressure to leave home just to "figure out your future"? 🤔 In this episode, I’m looking back at 1970, when I ditched the factory smoke of Flint, Michigan, for a 2,000-mile cross-country bicycle odyssey that changed everything.

Expect to hear about:

Why riding at dawn in the Mojave Desert is basically a 110-degree survival horror movie. 🐍
The "poor man's air conditioner" that totally blew my Michigan mind.
What happens when you’re 16, solo, and realize postcards have been lying to you about Los Angeles.

It’s a story about "sea to shining sea" on two skinny tires, outlasting the factories that defined my youth. Hit play for the full "Rest of the Story."

#FlintMichigan #BicycleTouring #PaulHarvey #Schwinn #RadioFreeFlint

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I grew up in a blue collar city where leaving was both a promise and a risk.

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Before I ever left Flint for good, I left it once on a bicycle.

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It was early June 1972.

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In a few weeks I'd walk in a graduation line and collect the high school diploma.

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Life in Flint had finally started to click.

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I had a girlfriend, my own car, and a decent job.

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For seventeen year old in a blue collar town, that felt like a the whole package.

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What more could I want?

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Everyone around me seemed to have an answer.

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It was time to leave home and figure out my future.

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When they said future, they meant college, careers, maybe another city.

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When I said future, I meant next Friday.

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Perhaps Saturday night and whether I had gas money for a date.

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I felt that pressure to blaze a new trail, but leaving home wasn't just an idea.

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I already knew what it meant to go.

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Two summers earlier I had left Flint in a way that changed how I saw everything, not in a car or on a greyhound bus, but on a bicycle.

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In the summer of nineteen seventy, I joined a group called Wandering Wheels out of Taylor, Indiana.

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It was a small Christian cycling ministry that started in the nineteen sixties.

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It took young people on a cross country ride as a way to stretch their bodies, their faith, and their sense of the world beyond their hometowns.

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We had headed from Huntington Beach, California to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.

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See to Shining Sea on two skinny tires.

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My mom drove me to Detroit Metro Airport for my first airplane ride.

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She hugged me at the gate and watched me walk down the jetway toward a flight to Los Angeles.

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She didn't think I was leaving home for good.

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She knew I was leaving to learn something about myself and that I would be back.

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Just before I boarded the plane, she said something she told me many times before growing up in Flint.

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Art, see how the other half lives.

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It took a long time to understand what she meant by the other half.

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I'd spent my life in a blue collar city surrounded by people from all over Hillbilly Nation.

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I didn't need to leave Flint to see that half.

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The half my mother wanted me to see was different.

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Other cultures, other landscapes, other ways of being.

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So I flew west with a brand new Green Schwinn Super Sport, one of the steel road bikes built during Schwinn's Chicago heyday, when it dominated American bicycle manufacturing.

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And I still have it today, rebuilt, good as new.

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That Chicago built frame has carried me over hills and highways in Michigan, Virginia, North Carolina, and back again, outlasting most of the factories that once defined my hometown.

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I was sixteen.

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The longest ride I'd taken until then was around the Dixieland subdivision, four small hills that felt like felt big at the time.

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Those hills were decent training for the flatlands of Kansas.

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They did nothing to prepare me for the Rocky Mountains.

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If you want to know why I was ready to leave Flint, you have to understand the soundtrack.

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I grew up under clouds of factory smoke drifting over the house almost every day.

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On the radio and in the movies in the nineteen sixties and early seventies offered a different horizon.

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Hit the road, roll into some other town, find out who you are somewhere else.

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Films like Easy Rider in a hundred highway songs romanticized escape.

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What stuck with me wasn't the drugs or the rebellion so much as the scenery, and a simple idea, a river flowing toward the sea, a man wanting to go wherever that river went, anywhere, but where he was.

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Rolling into some other town sounded perfect.

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The problem was money and wheels.

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When the chance came to cross the country with wandering wheels, sleeping in churches and parks, pedaling hundred miles a day, it didn't feel crazy, it felt inevitable.

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We started in Southern California.

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Riding, a loaded bicycle out of the Los Angeles basin taught me that postcards lie.

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The smog was thick at the time, the traffic relentless.

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We wound through the foothills near San Bernardino, climbing and climbing, lungs burning.

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My four little hills in Flint hadn't prepared me for that.

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We pushed on into the Sierra Nevada foothills, then toward the desert on the way to the Grand Canyon.

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That's where I first felt how big America really is, and how small you can feel in the middle of it.

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We rode through small northern Arizona towns like Kingman, Seligman, and Williams.

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On a map, they're dots.

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On a bicycle, they're a lifetime.

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The distance between them is hot, empty, and humbling.

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Singing America the Beautiful doesn't tell you how far it really is from sea to shining sea.

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Riding, it does.

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Somewhere before Flagstaff the romance started to peel away.

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I found myself talking out loud, arguing with myself on the road.

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Arthur, trying to ride a bike across America is a ridiculously nutty idea.

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If you ever think about adventuring across America again, do not do it on a bicycle.

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Then another voice in my head chimed in.

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Maybe I'll do it on a motorcycle instead.

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Even at sixteen, I knew it was a dumb idea too.

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I kept pedaling.

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Crossing the Mojave Desert taught me more about survival than any classroom in Michigan ever did.

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Until then, my only desert experience came from the television shows like Death Valley Days.

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On screen, the desert was a backdrop.

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In June on a bicycle, it becomes the main character.

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We had to ride at dawn and after dark to avoid those worst to avoid the worst of the heat.

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We passed through towns that sounded made up.

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Yucca Valley, Twenty Nine Palms, Needles.

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One night in Twenty Nine Palms, California, we slept in a public park.

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Around two in the morning I woke up to water pounding my face and sleeping bag.

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For a moment I thought it was raining.

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Then I realized the automatic sprinklers had kicked on.

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By sunrise everything was dry again.

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The air was so arid it stole the moisture right out of the gear.

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Riding at night brought its own hazards.

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The road was littered with rattlesnakes, they crawled out to lie on the warm asphalt and soak up the heat.

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Many were already flattened by trucks and cars, but not all of them.

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As we slollemed through that mess of living and dead snakes, I kept thinking this is not how I want to die, bitten by a rattlesnake on a highway no one in Flint has ever heard of.

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The days were worse.

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One afternoon it was about 110 degrees.

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The air was so dry you couldn't even sweat.

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That sounds impossible if you spent summers in Michigan, where the humidity, the air felt like a wet towel.

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In the Mojave my skin burned, my mouth turned to sandpaper, and there was no sweat, just heat, thirst, and the road.

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I learned something that day I've carried into every hard fight since.

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You can do more than you think.

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You can as long as you don't quit.

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The moment that lesson really sank in was when we finally saw water again.

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We crossed into Nevada and reached the Colorado River and Davis Dam, just north of what's now Laughlin.

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After miles of shimmering heat, that blue green water looked like a hallucination.

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I dropped my bike, walked to the river, and poured cold water over my head.

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It shocked my skin and cleared my thoughts.

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I was 300 miles from where we'd started at the Pacific Ocean and roughly 2,000 miles from home.

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I was sixteen.

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For the first time in my life I felt truly on my own.

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From that point on, the trip wasn't about adventure or some movie soundtrack.

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It was about survival and getting to the next stop.

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There's one last image from that stretch that has stayed with me for more than fifty years.

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We were somewhere out in that wide open, empty country, tumbleweeds, scrub, dust, heat.

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We needed water.

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We came upon a shack with a corrugated metal roof, the kind of place you'd expect in a west in a western.

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Inside there were two men standing over a big metal trough, the kind you use to water cattle, with a huge flint fan blowing across it.

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They filled my water bottle.

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I asked what that contraption was.

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That one of them said that's a desert cooler, or man's air conditioner.

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I had never seen anything like that in Michigan.

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Back home we already had humidity.

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Pumping water into the air would make you feel worse, not better.

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And that shack in a in this climate, this cheap setup was the difference between unbearable and just barely tolerable.

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As they talked, my mind drifted back to Flint, to my dad sitting in front of his window air conditioner, listening to Ernie Harwell call the Tigers game on the radio.

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The whirl of fans, the crack of the bat, Harwell's easy Georgia Southern voice.

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In that moment Flint felt both impossibly far away and completely present.

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I was in the desert, but I was also home.

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Years after that first ride, the bike carried me along the mountain roads of Virginia, North Carolina, and around the LeeLanau Peninsula in Michigan.

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One structure road I cherished most, technically a ride it wasn't.

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Crossing the Mackinac Bridge in the bed of a Michigan Department of Transportation pickup, lying under what felt like a billion stars.

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Bicycles aren't allowed on the Mackinac Bridge.

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Once a year on Labor Day, it opens to pedestrians for the Mackinac Bridge Walk with the governor.

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A five-mile tradition that's been led by almost every governor since the late 1950s and now draws tens of thousands each year.

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I promised myself I'd come back to that span on my own power.

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In 2013 I did, joining others, other Michiganders to walk across the bridge on Labor Day, trading the home of tires for the rhythm of footsteps and conversation.

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By then I knew a few things.

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This country is bigger than any one town.

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Heat and distance can strip you down to your basics.

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And no matter how far you travel, from a desert shack with a poor man's air conditioner to the Mackinac Bridge in Michigan, under a full sky of stars, the place you're from rides along with you.

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I didn't understand it then, but that summer on a bike was rehearsal for every hard thing that came later.

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Law school, politics, the Flint water crisis, and the long project of not giving up on a city that taught me both how to endure and how to leave.

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Mom was right, I did see how the other half lives.

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What neither of us could have predicted was how much those roads and that old Chicago Schwinn would change the way I see our lives too.

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Thank you.

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This has been Arthur Busch for the Mitten Channel.

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Goodbye for now.