First day = success. I’m certainly tired, but feeling in high spirits. I did about 55mi. We’ll see how I feel after tomorrow. Here are some quick shots I took while on the ride today:
Things seen today but not pictured:
- The biggest freaking hill mountain I’ve ever gone up.
- The biggest freaking hill I’ve ever gone down. I tucked down low to reduce wind resistance and, holy shit, I was doing like 40mph before I wussed out and hit the brakes. Okay, really I have no idea how fast I was going, but it felt like 100mph from behind the handlebars of a bike.
- Some lady in Salem screaming across the street. “Why the fuck are you following me?!? Leave me alone! Jesus lord have mercy! I’ll fucking kill you!” There was no one on the other side of the street. I’m not ashamed to admit that I started mashing pedals and booked it outta there.
- A fellow cycling tourist named Tom. We chatted for a bit. Apparently he’d quit his job, sold all his possessions and decided to bike his way across the country. He’d done 800 miles so far from PA. I was impressed.
Lastly, I just talked to Sammy on the phone.
“When are you coming back?”
“No buddy, I’m biking back to Lexington, I’m not coming back to May-may’s house. You’re going stay with her for a week.”
“And then you’ll come home?”
“No, you’re staying with your mother while I’m out.”
“For a week?”
“No bud, for about four.”
It about broke my heart.