Day 33 and Epilogue

                                                                       
                                                                     Day 33 and Epilogue
                                                                Keene, NH to Amesbury, MA
                                                            117 miles, Avg Speed ?  (Who cares)

Yes!

     I'm on a plane now to Florida, where I will soon see my family for the first time in almost 5 weeks.  I am looking forward to seeing them along with my sisters and parents at the family reunion that was planned months ago.  I have achieved my goal, biking from coast to coast, and fulfilled my promise from the start......that I would stay safe.  
     I am always struck by the fact that weeks can go by in my life where virtually nothing happens.   Days just melt into one another....time flies by.  Then, a day or a weekend comes along, action packed; I'm shaken out of my routine, and the clock slows down to a crawl.   The last 5 weeks have been like that.  This last day, time seemed to almost come to a stop.
     Our cross country group of 21 riders, will never be together again.   This is how it has to be.  But for the past 33 days, we, all strangers at first to each other, discovered that what happened to one person in the group had an effect on all us.  We were a team.  True, we may have started the ride thinking, "I'm doing this."  By the end, it was clearly, "We're doing this." 
     Saying goodbye was tough.  Not something I've ever been good at.  Promises were made to keep in touch, invitations extended to visit when in town, rides in the future we could get together and do.  What happens from here on out is unclear.  What I do know is that this experience can not erased and can never be duplicated.  I will always remember this.
     Keene, was beautiful in the morning.  The sun was out, the skies were blue, and it looked like a perfect day for riding.    I love this type of cycling and I love this part of the country.  It's a mix of winding roads, rollers, steep climbs, straightaway descents, with the added visuals of evergreens, hardwood trees, quiet farms, rivers, streams, lakes, sleepy towns, and old houses.  I hope to come back here to ride again someday. 
     There was a fair amount of climbing, one small stretch, the "Joe English Road", at a reported grade of 18%, required alternately sitting and standing in my lowest gear.  (Thank goodness I had that 11-28 cassette.)   It was all doable, and although I'm probably stronger than when I started, the cumulative effect of all the miles has taken its toll.  My legs are flat out tired. 
     There was a last day of the Tour de France feel to today's ride.  Although we wouldn't be celebrating with glasses of champagne as we rode circuits around the Champs Elysee, Lee and I did find time to sneak a milkshake in at a roadside stand after lunch.  We rode at a leisurely pace all day trying to take as much in as we could, knowing this memory would need to last a long time. 
     There was a sense of finality to the day....the last time we had to load, our last lunch SAG, our last pee break,  the last time we'd see Manny hanging onto someone's wheel.  However, I never had the feeling, nor did I think anyone else did, (with the possible exception of Craig), of wanting to get this whole thing over with.   This was a day to savor.  There was no need to rush. 
     I got to ride with lots of people during the day.  We'd take each other's pictures while we were riding, like athletes entering the Olympic stadium at the closing ceremonies.  We, along with a number of others got lost at one point, as we followed an ABB (America By Bike) white arrow painted on the road.  As it turned out, that arrow was put there a year ago for a different ABB ride.  With Garmins, our maps, and some roadside help, we got back on track. 
     To ensure that we'd all proceed to the beach at the same time, the plan was to rendevous around 3PM at a checkpoint at mile 101.  Due to the navigation problems alluded to, this ended up being more like 3:10.  We then went a few more miles and rendevoused again.  Once we were all together, we proceeded forward and soon that familiar feeling of being near an ocean came over me.  (I grew up a few miles from the Atlantic.)  It was getting exciting.  After we turned the corner, we proceeded in one long line, all wearing our America by Bicyle jerseys, being led by a police escort, past cars honking their horns, people yelling from the side walk, all down the road to the beach.  One final left turn and there it was and it was beautiful......the Atlantic Ocean.  We had made it!
     We got off the bikes and made our way across the sand.  Some riders were met by family members and there was a lot of hugging, kissing (not me), high fives, fist bumps, and I dare say even a few tears were shed.  We posed for pictures, and then gathered in a half circle where Mike congratulated us on our accomplishment and shook everyone's hand.  Then, as is tradition, water that was brought the entire way from the Pacific Ocean, was poured into the Atlantic, and our journey was complete.
     Well, almost complete.  There was still the ride to the hotel, which some in the group avoided by SAGGING those remaining 6 miles, seeing no point in riding another inch.   I opted for the bike and was treated to another police escort where we were safely delivered to our hotel in Amesbury.  No falls, no disasters, no ride stopping mechanical breakdowns.  All told, just 11 flats, and one shredded tire. 
     Once at the hotel, the order of business was to breakdown the bike for shipping.  My Serfas hard case had made it, and upon opening it, there was my secret treasure.....my bottle of Bourbon, completely intact in its bubble wrapped armor.  I made plans to deal with that later.  First was the matter of the bike.  I had packed the bike a couple of times before, but had completely forgotten how to do it.   After wrestling with this for about an hour, the only thing I can be certain about, is that at the end of it, I was able to successfully close the case.   I make no claims on the contents.  I will cross my fingers.
     The plan for the evening was to go to a local restaurant for our group banquet, which we did at 7PM.  Then it was back to the hotel for our goodbyes and presentations.  We were told a few days earlier that we should be prepared to say a few comments to the group.  After having some cake, and beer (good combination), we were called up alphabetically to receive our ABB certificate, congratulations from Mike, and to give our speeches.  I was very impressed by how articulate many people were.  Some had clearly come prepared while others took a more laid back approach.   Then it was my turn.  Knowing a few days earlier what might be in store,  I had written down some things that I learned from each of the riders during the ride.  I went through them one by one, saving the best laughs for last.  I think its fair to say that many people in attendance were stunned by how somebody so inarticulate, so seemingly dimwitted that he could rarely carry on a conversation for more than 3 sentences, was able to piece together a reasonably clever monologue and actually make people laugh.  It went over well.  It had its desired affect.  I think it will be remembered. 
     After it was over, there were the goodbyes.  Some in the group would be coming with me in the morning on the airport shuttle, so their goodbyes could be temporarily put on hold.  For the others, it was a pat on the shoulder, a hearty handshake, and a well deserved, "Job well done".  Then it was off to my room, a rendezvous with the bourbon, and off to sleep. 
     It's over now.  It's time to let this go and return to the real world.  Am I any different now that I've ridden across the country?  I don't really know, but I doubt it.  I have a beard, which will get shaved off tomorrow, I'm a little thinner which will not likely last long, and I'm just a wee bit stronger in the legs.  I'm a safer rider and I know all the ins and outs about chamois butter.  However,  I'm still the same old Mark, warts and all.  There's no shaking that.  I've logged a few thousand miles, seen some spectacular sights along with some ordinary ones, all while sharing a lot of very good times with some very good people.  I've had the time of my life and for now that's enough.  So, as this chapter ends, out of the void comes a new thought ......to ride the Tour de France route, Europe, 2013.  I think I'd like to do it.  All I need to know is what is the milkshake situation in France?  Hope to see you all there.  Rubber side down.

-Grinner

Cross country miles

Procession to the beach

Pouring of the Pacific water into the Atlantic

Day 32

                                                                     Day 32
                                                     Amsterdam, NY to Keene, NH
                                                    125 miles, avg speed 15.4 MPH

     It was a great day today.  The weather was perfect, mid 70's some sunshine, and no rain.  The wind may have been with us for part of the time.  There was a lot of climbing, total 7800 feet, but it was broken up into a few long climbs and then 12 miles of rollers at the end.
     We started in New York, but by mile 63 we had entered Vermont.  This is many ways was the prettiest day of the ride, getting to see the rolling farmland in this neck of the woods.  It also was a spectacular cycling day with multiple ascents followed by thrilling descents.  I hit a max speed on one descent of 47 MPH.  Some in our group hit 50 MPH.  By mile 109 we had entered New Hampshire. 
     Tonight, a score of us went out to a local pub here in Keene.  Lots of laughing,
     I've been with this group for 32 straight days now.  This is the closest experience to the summer camps I went to as a teenager that I've had in my adult life.  We've all become tighter as time as gone on, sharing a lot of the same memories and being able to laugh about them and ourselves at the same time.  Tomorrow we will ride together for the final time, and although there's a definite sense of excitement knowing that we will soon be completing what certainly has been an epic journey, we will also be saying goodbye to people that we've become close with, many of which we will not be seeing again.  I don't know what more to say about that other than to acknowledge it. 

-Grinner

Crazy times for crazy guys

Beautiful tree-lined/water lined section of road in New York

New Hampshire!

Vermont!

Screaming descent

Hudson river

Biking along a quiet lake in New York

Vista from the top of Hogback Mountain, Vermont

Day 31

                                                                           Day 31
                                                          Liverpool, NY to Amsterdam, NY
                                                               119 Miles, Avg. 18.6 MPH

     Today saw the return of a direct tailwind.  We haven't had one of those it seems in quite some time and it was well appreciated.  We traveled again easterly through upstate New York, passing by farms, beautiful scenery, and dieing towns.  Where we're staying tonight, Amsterdam, is a good example of this.  Lots of empty stores and large idle factories.  We're staying at a large older hotel, currently under the banner of America's Best Value Inn.  It's obvious that this place has changed ownership a number of times.  I'm not certain, but I think our 26 person group may be the sole occupants in this 5 story hotel.  Along the way today we again got to see the Erie Canal and after a long climb got to see a great view of the surrounding countryside.  I also passed a small chapel in the middle of a pond, billed as the world's smallest chapel.  The seating capacity in there was two, provided that we're talking about small people.
     Having previously sworn off hotel food, UK Steve, Simon and myself ended up eating here at the hotel because the only other local option was Dominoes Pizza.  Everything else was miles away and was out of the question.  We sat in the bar to eat instead of the empty restaurant, and as it turned out, the food was pretty good. 
     Aside from the good company at dinner, the highlight of my day was cleaning my cassette and chain using UK Steve's, "FS Foaming Degreaser" made by Fenwicks, a British company.  After this experience I will never use any other product again to do this job.  It was amazing!  You just spray this pink foamy stuff onto the cassette and chain, brush it in with a paint brush, then wash it off with a hose.  Voila!  My drivetrain is so clean now I could go blind just looking at it.   
     Little Chris reportedly returned to the hotel last night with the diagnosis of a Cervical spine fracture (C5).  His prognosis is good, and he will need to wear a neck brace for four weeks.  However, he was not permitted to continue riding and had decided to make his own arrangements to find his way back to San Diego.  The loner that he is, he stuck to form and did not see any of us before we departed this morning.  I wish him the best. 
     Tomorrow the work begins anew and it will continue into the next and final day of the ride.   Climbing,  and lots of it as we make our way into Vermont and New Hampshire.  About 7000 feet each day.  We've been warned for days of what's ahead so none of us will be shocked when that first hill arrives.   I'm glad that today wasn't terribly difficult.  There's no escaping the fact that the worst is yet to come.

-Grinner

World's cleanest cassette and chain, compliments of Fenwicks FS Foaming Degreaser (biodegradable)

Riding past the Erie Canal

View from a vista after a long climb

World's smallest church

Day 30

                                                                        Day 30
                                                         Batavia, NY to Liverpool, NY
                                                            121 miles, Avg speed 16.1
                                                          Time in saddle 7 hr 30 minutes

     Today, we had our first major accident.  Little Chris was hit from the right by a car at an intersection.  The car had stopped but then proceeded, not noting Chris coming from the left.  Chris had the right of way but that doesn't mean much when you're hit by a car.  The good news is that he is apparently OK.  There were some cuts and scrapes, but reportedly nothing broken.  An MRI of the head was negative.  He will be returning to the hotel from the hospital later tonight and would like to ride tomorrow.  His bike was destroyed and the ABB group is seeing what they can do to get him a temporary bike for the next few days.  This had a sobering affect on most of the group.  Although Little Chris had been a "loner" on this bike trip, choosing to ride by himself and eat by himself, he's still a part of the trip and we are all quite happy that his injuries are relatively minor.  Look, biking is a dangerous activity.  It's hard enough avoiding the potholes, curbs, wheels of other cyclists all while obeying the rules of traffic.  There are times, as Mike says, you are just in the wrong place at the wrong time.  One of the spookier aspects to this, is that just a few minutes before this accident happened, I was riding with Jim, (the mechanic on the trip), and he was telling me of the number of times people have had accidents in just the last few days of these cross country trips.  Moments later, we came upon Chris just as the ambulance was arriving.  Anyway, I have been and plan to continue riding in the safest possible way. 
     The ride today was hard, probably harder than it should have been.  There are days on this trip where I've felt strong and days where I have not.  Today fit well into the latter category.  Perhaps it was related to not enough sleep, which I can pin on the Bulls-Heat game that I watched until 10:45 until the outcome was clear.  Perhaps it was too much bragging over how the prior day's 83 miles seemed like nothing.  Regardless, my mojo was gone today.  Maybe it will be back tomorrow.  Maybe not. 
     We were in the Finger Lake area.  I saw Seneca Lake, which we brushed by the northern shore.  I saw signs to towns I was familiar with, Ithaca, Syracuse, Watkins Glen.  I also saw the Erie Canal.  There were lots and lots of rollers today.  The temps were nice, but the wind, which was from the South, sometimes blew against us and sometimes with us.  The combination of wind, mileage, and rollers made for a long day.  I was quite happy to finish.  I felt wiped out.  As part of my recovery routine, I've been laying on the bed with my feet above me, resting on the headboard.  This afternoon, I fell asleep in that position and woke up just before rap. 
      For nourishment we went next door to a sports bar which was both convenient and fun.  Lassa turned 50 today and treated us to a round of beer.  More reason to like Norway.  He's got the proper attitude about celebration.  One of the more interesting bits of conversation was whether if it were possible to continue our bike trip for another month after it ends in three days, would we do it?   This is assuming that money and jobs were not a factor.  Most agreed they would which really says a lot about how great this bike trip has been.  We just don't want it to end.  So we agreed that it's on to Europe for the lot of us. Kris, if you're reading this, could you send me my passport?

-Grinner

Erie Canal

Seneca Lake

Finger Lake countryside

     

Day 29

                                                                    

                                                                                Day 29
                                                                  Dunkirk, NY to Batavia, NY
                                                                     83 miles, Avg speed 18.0

     It was a dreary day, no question about it.  The skies were overcast with occasional sprinkles, but no downpours.  I decided not to bring a raincoat with me, choosing instead to thumb my nose at the weather.  The axiom in cycling is that if you bring your raincoat, it won't rain, and if you don't then it will.  I chose to ignore that adage and dealt with knowns.  In this case the known is that my raincoat is bulky and won't  compress easily into the jersey pocket.  In fact with it crammed into the middle jersey pocket, it appears that the only explanation for this is that I have a large lumbar tumor and should likely seek treatment right away.  Thus I took a calculated gamble that if it did rain, it likely would be light and I wouldn't get cold.  My gamble paid off as this is pretty much what happened. 
     In spite of an excellent day of cycling the day before, the effects of 140 miles still lingered in my legs as we set out.  The game plan was to take it easy.....active recovery.  I caught up to UK Steve and Simon early  on and we stuck together for the remainder of the ride.  We knew it was going to be a short day, even with a later start time than usual.   There were really no sights to see along the way, unless you consider the sight of Steve giving it a yeoman's effort to change two flats occurring one mile apart involving different wheels.  In both cases an ABB van arrived with its highly valued floor pump.  Jim joked with us that they have tracking devices on all of us that show our location on a big screen in the van.  The occurrence of two flats was a deflating experience for Steve.  After the second, with only 7 miles to go, the wind had gone out of his sails.  He tried to overcome it by putting on a stunning display of pulling for 2 plus miles, but to no avail.  The tire gods had cast their shadow on him, and there was no escaping its darkness. 
     The countryside of upstate New York was a mix of farmland and small towns.  We saw a number of cyclists and joggers out today, obvious testament to how New Yorkers are more health conscious.  Living in the state where the center of the universe exists, (NYC), inspires this in an individual.  I would know because I was born here, although at the time I was growing up, we demonstrated this pride by trying to see how many hot dogs we could eat at one sitting.  Once in Batavia, we found an excellent local ice cream shop, Olivers, where we indulged in post ride treats, deserved or not.  I hope this doesn't sound the wrong way but after the miles we've done on this trip, doing 83 miles in a day is just not that much of an effort.  Then it was on to the hotel, which we discovered had changed its ownership from Holiday Inn to Clarion. Apparently the head honchos got tired of the smell of cat piss in the rooms and turned it over to Clarion.   Our rooms weren't ready, but we relaxed in the lobby draping ourselves over the furniture like passengers on a long layover waiting for a plane.  I again won the laundry lottery by arriving in time to be number two in the cue for the washer.  Even better luck is that I arranged with the number 3 person behind me to put my stuff in the dryer when my cycle was done.  I think this will be the last wash I'll do on this trip.  I  have 4 more days of cycling and now exactly 4 more days of clean biking clothes to wear.  It's worked out perfectly.  The end is almost in sight.....at least as far as laundry is concerned. 
     This evening we had dinner at the hotel.  After our experience last night with a meal served so slowly, that you'd think we'd wandered into an alternative universe where time has no meaning, we swore off hotel dining once and for all.   However, a free drink coupon lured us in, suckers that we are, and before we knew it, we had eaten what turned out to be a pretty good meal.  So for the moment, all bets are off with regard to hotel food.  Such is life on the road.  Tomorrow we'll be back at it with a 120 mile ride to Liverpool, NY where I'm told on good authority from my British friends is the birthplace of the Beatles. 


-Grinner

Small town of Harding New York:  (Note the fancy red colored bike lane)

The best damn ice cream parlor in all of Batavia, NY

Day 28

The "Lassa Express"

Wine tasting near Erie, PA

Entering New York and showing off

Entering Pennsylvania

Lake Erie

Bill Benson, 89 yr old caretaker of covered bridge

A working covered bridge

Lighthouse in Erie, PA

                                                                              Day 28
                                                                Warren, OH to Dunkirk, NY
                                                                    140 miles, Avg speed 19.2
                                                                Time in saddle:  7 hr 16 minutes

     Today I biked the most miles I've ever done in a day.  This also is our longest mileage day of the trip.  As you can gather from the average speed, things went well.  It was another 3 state day, in this case, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New York.
     It was a perfect day for biking.  We had a slight but noticeable tailwind, along with dry weather and temps in the mid to upper 60's.  Early on, I was passed by a speeding bullet, also known as the 'Lassa Express.'   As you may recall, Lassa is a huge guy who if you are fortunate enough to catch his wheel will pull you along with the same drafting effect as a semi-truck.  In this case Lassa had Simon already in tow.  Simon a few miles back was passed by Lassa who then had the presence of mine to jump onto his wheel.  I did the same.  The man was possessed.   The three of us were cruising at 25 MPH with Lassa shouldering all of the work.  Neither Simon nor myself made any attempt whatsoever to jinx this by taking a turn at the front.  Lassa didn't ask us to and we didn't inquire.  This was all Lassa and we were along for the ride of our lives.  At one point we approached a group of three ahead of us.  I rode up to Lassa and implored him to step on the gas as soon as we are about to overtake them.   He was to make it impossible for anyone in this group to latch onto our wheels.  Two appreciative parasites, (Simon and myself), were all the express could handle.  Lassa did manage to accomplish this but Lee, with an intense burst of speed, jumped the gap and caught up to us.  Thus we were 4.  Lassa pulled us until the first SAG stop at 47 miles.  There was a covered bridge there along with its remarkable 89 yr old caretaker.  We gave both a reasonable amount of attention.  However, both Simon and I were watching Lassa out of the corners of our eyes.  When this train was going to leave the station we wanted to be certain that we were on board.  Thus, as soon as Lassa made a move for his bike, we dropped everything, food and all, grabbed our helmets and started to follow.  However it was clear after a bit that something was wrong.  The speeds were no longer there.  Lassa had blown his engine.  When Lassa was asked what was happening, he replied, "I go slow."   And that was the end of the free ride. We might actually have to work the rest of the day. 
     We passed vineyards, and lighthouses, and Lake Erie along the way.   The final SAG of the day, at 107 miles,  was in the parking lot of a winery.   A few of us went in and before you know it, we were doing involved in some wine tasting.  Ed had thought about buying some wine and having it brought back to the hotel in the van.  However, due to commercial license rules, this was not going to be allowed.  To get around this problem, Ed bought a bottle of champagne, which 7 of us shared right there and then.  The effect of the wine tasting and the champagne made the remaining 33 miles an interesting experience.  All I can say is that I pedaled blazingly fast.  I was hitting Lassa like speeds.  My goal was to finish the ride at least at 19 MPH and I achieved that. 
     All agreed that this was a great day of cycling.  I was happy to end when I did, but honestly could have gone further if need be.  Seven of us ate at the hotel restaurant and a good time was had by all except for the unfortunate waiter who had to suffer through us on his first day on the job.

 -Grinner

                           

Day 27

                                                                        Day 27
                                                          Wooster, OH to Warren, OH
                                                            98 miles, Avg speed 17.3

     This had the makings of a good day.  The sky was overcast, the winds were light but from the west, the mileage was subcentury, and there was only a 20% chance of rain.  The major warning for the day was to be aware of roads in poor condition.  This indeed was a well heeded warning for indeed there were quite a few miles where your bike was rattling so much you weren't sure if your eyeballs were going to pop out or the bike was going to fall apart.  Neither happened.  Much of the time it was just a matter of navigating around the poorest sections of the road.  Fortunately, traffic was light so this wasn't much of a problem.
     The countryside has changed a bit in the last couple of days.  There are still farms, but no longer 30-40 miles of them before you get into a town.  Indeed, there's now housing developments, and upscale houses intermixed with the farmland.  The nicest parts of it look like Medina back home.   Also, today I saw something I haven't seen since the beginning of the trip.....other cyclists.  There are indeed people, other than ourselves, who like to get out and ride their bikes. 
     I felt really good today.  Perhaps it was the extra 1/2 hour of sleep that I successfully lobbied for yesterday and then unabashedly claimed the credit.  Perhaps it was the fact that for the first time in at least a week, I was able to cycle with just a short sleeved jersey and bike shorts.  Whatever it was, I felt pretty strong on the bike today and in spite of the crummy roads, I managed to ride comfortably fast.  I was the first to the lunch spot which I think is a first for me on this trip.  I was also one of the first to finish and since the luggage van hadn't arrived rode my bike over to Coldstone Creamery where I and a few others enjoyed some shakes.
     Tonight was a special treat.  On the cue sheet, there will frequently be restaurants listed that will be near our destination hotel.  Today, for the first time "The Olive Garden" was listed.  I could almost think of nothing else all day.  During the lunch SAG I casually mentioned that I was planning on going to the "OG" tonight.  I needed to explain that at home, to add an air of sophistication to what may be one of the greatest restaurants in the history of man, we refer to the "Olive Garden" as the "OG."  Once the buzz got going,  almost everyone wanted to be apart of the 'in' crowd going to the "OG."   However, when we got to the hotel, there was no sign of the "OG".  The person at check in told us that it was one mile away.  Now what's interesting about our group is that in spite of the fact that we are cycling 100 and sometimes more miles a day, the thought of actually using our legs and walking more than 100 yards at days end to a restaurant is simply out of the question.  Biking there is also out of the question as this would involve biking shoes, biking shorts, etc.  Well, after thinking about this restaurant all day, I had a hankering for the "OG" and I was even willing to walk there if necessary.  I checked on Google Maps and it was 0.7 miles.  This still seemed like a lot, but I told some others in the group that if we took a short cut, it was no more than 1/2 mile.   In addition, I put my reputation on the line, by insisting that nobody would be disappointed if we went there.  Well, I managed to get 9 of us to go.  The walk did seem far, and there was the slightest hint of grumbling that I could discern on the way over.  That said, indeed, everyone was pleased with the plentiful food and that special ambiance that only an Olive Garden can provide.  I'm now on a roll.  Yesterday it was lobbying for today's extra half hour of sleep.  Today it was a gastronomic home run with the Olive Garden.  Tomorrow????  I'm thinking about it. 

The strange sight of other cyclists on the road

Ohio Landscape

Ohio's answer to Paris-Roubaix

Scenic Ohio country road (in poor condition)

The original Ironman

True bliss at the "OG"

 -Grinner

Day 26

                                                                     Day 26
                                                       Marysville, OH to Wooster, OH
                                                        105 Miles, Avg speed 17.6

     It must have been fate that after suffering through 5 days of headwinds, rain, and cold temps that today we'd be treated to warmer weather, a slight but noticeable tailwind, and dry weather.  Everyone was in good spirits as we glimpsed the first signs of the yellow orb in the eastern skies.  We did have some rollers, but they were a milder version of what we'd encountered in Missouri.  The time flew and I got to the hotel at 2:15, and that was after visiting a malt shop and a bike shop.  I wasn't sure of what to do with myself, so I went back to the malt shop for an ice cream cone.  Most of our hotels have been at the outskirts of town, but this was an anomaly as we were actually within walking distance of restaurants that were of the non-chain variety.  A bunch of us went to the Old Joule House which was in an old converted jail in town.  A good time was had by all.  (Sorry for the short post but the original much longer post got inadvertently deleted and I don't have the energy to recreate it.)


 -Grinner

Hint of early morning sunshine

Big Chris, Shelly, Me, Lee, and UK Steve

How far we've come

Day 25

                                                                             Day 25
                                                            Richmond, IN to Marysville, OH
                                                            105 miles, Avg speed 15.9 MPH

     Yesterday I was hoping that today we'd have warmer weather, clear skies, and tailwinds.  Instead we got 50 degree temps, rain, and headwinds.  Therefore, tomorrow I'm hoping for subzero temps, snow, and headwinds of gale force intensity.  We'll see what happens.
      It was overcast and raining by time I got up this morning.  Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, I put on warmer gear and this time my raincoat.  There was the potential that it would clear later in the day, but this never happened, at least until we'd checked into our hotel.   It was a wet, soggy day.  Nobody got lost.  Nobody got injured.  Nobody shot anyone, although there clearly were temptations.  The biggest issue was my legs.  They were "dead," still recovering from yesterday's adventure.  "Dead legs," or more precisely "Crural Mortis," as we were taught in medical school, describes the state of one's lower extremities when they don't respond in the manner that the central nervous system directs them too.  The CNS says, "Legs, climb that hill".   The legs say, "No, I wont!"  This is how it went all day.  Have you ever gone to a stable to go ride a horse, and the trainer brings the horse out, but the moment you try to get on, the horse bolts for the stable?  Well, that's how my legs behaved today.  Badly.
     I was involved in multiple pacelines all day, at least until the second and final SAG at mile 75.  The point of this is that everyone takes their turn at the front to bare their share of the load.  One member of our group chose not to do this.  (He shall go nameless because I've learned that some people on this trip are reading this blog and revealing his name could result in my facial disfigurement.)   Everytime it seemed that his turn was about to come up, he would somehow end up at the back of the line.  After awhile, I asked him if he was planning on taking a pull?  Response...."No."  Are you planning on sucking wheels all day?  "Yup."  It was just that simple.  Well, I will give him credit for his honesty. 
     We got in relatively early to the hotel, 3PM, which allowed me to spend more time luxuriating in the recovery portion of the day.  This consisted of shower, stretching, recovery drink, laundry, and ordering a new pair of legs from Amazon.  This sopped up about two hours.  Then it was time for our RAP session where we discussed the general plan for the final day of our ride.  It was pointed out that there were going to be two final brief stops at the end of the ride, so we could all gather prior to departing en mass to the Atlantic Ocean for our wheel dipping ceremony.  The upshot of this is that the riders that tend to finish first on any given day, like the 'kiwis', and little Chris from San Diego, would have to wait for the rest of us.  Thus, there was no point in hammering it on that final day.  This would be akin to taking laps around the Champs Elysee on the final day of the tour, except there likely would not be any champagne as that would be against the rules. 
     Little Chris, (as to distinguish him from big Chris), who I've included a picture of, is somewhat of a mystery man on this ride.  Very little is known about him.  What is known is that in spite of being an exceptional rider on this trip, he is apparently a "B" rider in his group back home.  (I'd hate to see what the "A" riders are like.)  He practically always rides by himself, does not like to draft behind anyone, eats dinner in his room by himself, and is wanted in 23 states for a combination of unpaid parking tickets and trashing hotel rooms.  I've also included a picture of the Kiwis, Jason and Patrick, or is it Patrick and Jason?  I've alluded to them in past posts.  They are brothers from New Zealand who always ride together.  They are very affable guys and very strong cyclists.  To add to their workout, they carry on their backs, 2 Liter Camelbaks, filled likely with concentrated Kiwi juice and vodka.  This may explain why they are in very good spirits all the time.
     At dinner, at "Big Boy,"  I learned that Craig, the strongest rider in the group, possibly emboldened by the renegade group that yesterday bushwacked their own path to Richmond, has announced that from now on he's going to find his own routes to our hotels, and won't be riding with the group anymore.  My first thought on hearing this was, "Is it something I said?"  Craig will still be staying at our hotels and using the van to transport luggage but will be passing on the SAG stops, mechanical support, and clever banter that only we can provide.  As for me, I can assure all of you that I won't be doing this.  Look, I have hard enough time changing a tire, so the thought of hitting the road solo has no appeal whatsoever.  In fact, hitting the road is something I have no intention of doing.  It's going to be rubber side down, all the way to the Atlantic for me, baby.  Hopefully.   

-Grinner

Has anybody seen Wavy Gravy?

Jim, making surgical adjustments to my Calfee's rear deraileur

Little Chris, wanted in 23 states

No, I didn't ride into the ditch

The Kiwis, looking toasted

Day 24

                                                                    Day 24
                                                    Lebanon, IN to Richmond, IN
                                                       107 miles, AVG 16.0 MPH

     We lost an hour yesterday, moving to the Eastern Time Zone at the Indiana border and subsequently, when the alarm went off at 5:30, I felt as if it were 4:30.  I had committed to visiting the Roark Bicycle Factory and departure was to be after breakfast.  There were 7 of us that went, while the other 14 intelligently chose sleep over education.  The bike shop was about 20 minutes away by van and once there we were given a tour of the factory which primarily makes aeronautical parts in addition to its small side business of making custom Titanium bikes.  My analysis of the visit.....First, they use titanium tubes molded to specific shapes that are then welded together in the shape of a bicycle frame and Second, I wish I had been one of the 14 lucky ones that was spending this time sleeping.  After awhile, we were back in the van and back at our hotel.  It was during this van ride that I committed my first major blunder of the day.  In spite of the fact that the van clearly had its windshield wipers on, I chose to ignore this fact.  No instead, I relied on the internet weather report that promised only 20% rain and temps starting at 45 rising to 55 by the end of the day.   Thus, I headed out wearing a long sleeve jersey with a light non-waterproof windbreaker over it.  I put my warmer, waterproof rain jacket into my duffel which then was stashed securely into the luggage van.  Within minutes of departure, it started to rain.  I couldn't believe it.  With the combination of wind, cold, and rain, my hands were getting numbingly cold...so cold in fact that I had trouble working the shifters.  The first SAG was at 34 miles.  Perhaps there I could warm up.  What I wasn't expecting enroute was a Road Closed sign right in front of me.  This was not on the cue sheet.  The last time this happened, Mike was there instructing us on how to proceed.  Mike was not there this time so I figured that if they had meant to divert us they would have told us, therefore, the thing to do was to proceed onward past the road closed sign.  This was my second blunder of the day.  What I had failed to notice was that there was writing on the pavement, placed there by America By Bike, instructing us to follow the detour.  Shortly I found myself on a ripped up road with construction equipment digging around me.  I was stopped by the foreman, who asked what I was trying to do.  I told him what road I was trying to get to, and after walking through a bit more muck, I followed his directions on an alternative route that got me back on track.  Fortunately, with about 8 miles to go, the rain let up, and the feeling in my fingers slowly returned.  I had now successfully obviated the obstruction, was starting to feel warmer, and life was indeed looking up.  By the time I got to the SAG I felt pretty good.  I also found out there, that 6 bikers in the group, faced with the same obstruction, chose an entirely different route to our destination, Richmond.  One member of that renegade group knew Indiana well.  He led and they followed.  They cut 10 miles off the ride. 
     The rain had now ceased entirely and I was feeling pretty good.  That is until, after following the cue sheet meticulously, there was a choice to go right or left that was not listed.  This was odd as every direction on the cue sheets for our entire trip had been spot-on.  I waited there for a bit and then unfolded the soggy cue sheet to look at the map on the back.  This was no help.  Just not detailed enough.  Had I made a wrong turn somewhere?  This didn't seem possible.  Eventually I was joined in this quandary by Anthony who reaffirmed my belief that we had made no mistake and that the cue sheet was wrong. Still, we didn't know if we were to go left or right.  Fortunately, we were joined by Ohio Steve who had a treasured device mounted on his bike....a Garmin!  He quickly figured out using the map feature where we were and more importantly where we needed to go.  We later learned that this road did not exist the last time America By Bike used this route and thus the cue sheet didn't take this into account.  We were shortly off, and after awhile arrived at the second and final SAG at mile 65.  It was cold and I found a little shelter in the side door of the luggage van where I huddled and ate my sandwich. 
     Before I left, it started to rain.  How I regretted not having my warmer, drier jacket.  It was made clear to us at the start of the ride, that once the luggage is packed into the trailer, it is to be left alone.  It was essentially forbidden to try to retrieve an item during the day once it was stored in there.  However, I was one of the last to leave that day which meant that my luggage was the last to go in, which meant that it potentially would not be a disaster trying to get to it.  I asked Karen, the co-ride leader and she mercifully said OK.  Soon the door was open and there was my duffel.  Within a minute I had on the better jacket.  Immediately I started to feel better.  I even put the hood on under my helmet.  I felt like I could handle anything.  Could I handle the remaining 40 miles, in 49 degree temperature, with winds coming at me at 15 MPH?  With this jacket on I could.... and I did.  It wasn't pleasant.  It wasn't pretty.  It was a true slog in every sense of the word.  I was creeping along at about 14-15 MPH but I felt that with every mile I was getting that much closer to the promise of shelter and a hot shower.  Mike, at the start of the ride, promised that at times "our comfort zones would likely be stretched".  I would say that today there was a lot of stretching going on. 
     Tonight, I along with UK Bob, and Anthony, got to spend time with Steve's family at a Mexican Restaurant.  Steve's family lives within driving distance of Richmond and came by to see him tonight on his journey.  This was a great time.  He's got a great family and I felt very comfortable and at home.  We're doing a very intense thing here on this ride, but the people at home are equally intense in their support.  It was cool to see a collision of these two worlds.  I miss my own family, I really do, and I will see them pretty soon. I look forward to it.  In the meantime, there's still work to be done here....precisely nine more days worth.  Lets hope for warmer weather, brighter skies, and tailwinds, tailwinds, tailwinds.

-Grinner

Great Welcome Sign from yesterday I forgot to include from Hillsboro, IN

Huddled with food in luggage in van

Roark Bicycle Factory