All the Way to Lincoln Way, a book by Bill Roe Introduction: I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to ride my bike from San Francisco to New York City. Strange as it sounds, I would have to trace the beginnings of my 1999 bike trip back to Palo Alto, California and a fateful September day in 1965. I had rolled up to the Stanford campus in my white ‘57 Ford and dropped by the housing office at the Graduate School of Business. Ken Howell, another first year student, walked in about the same time. We soon agreed to be roommates. That evening at the Oasis, a student pub, Ken and I found Paul Makley drinking a beer and invited him to become the third member of our apartment-hunting team. You make a million decisions that mean nothing, then one day you agree to share an apartment with two other guys and it changes your life. Ken had the most important role to play: he introduced me to his girlfriend, Nancy Whitcombe. When Ken and Nancy broke up, Nancy and I began dating. We fe...