Kinda dreaded cycling yesterday simply because it was the day of Dad’s memorial. I wanted to be with family. Wanted Dad to still be here. Wanted to have a pity party. Because my former companion owned the maps for the southern tier, I’m googlemapping again. You never know what you’re going to get, but it looks like it closely approximates the southern tier, which takes the coast from here on out, wherever possible.
Within the first 4 or 5 miles of my ride, I hear happy voices behind me. As I turn around, I see some guys in spandex cycling up, but not in a line. They look and sound like they are having a great time. Rather than zip by, they stop and we chat. They are cycling as a fundraiser, and really are raising money, not just allowing people to pay for their trip. Their website is http://bikeforburundi.com Their funds are to help an orphanage and a group of pygmies in Burundi. I enjoyed talking to the guys and they were in no hurry to zip along, though their daily ride is 100 miles! They are pedaling across the US in 30 days.
As we were chatting Simon reached out to hand me a promo card, and he swept to the left, and appeared to be going down. A quick swoop to the right, brought him into a recovery swoop, until he hit my trailer. Frantically attempting to recover, I think he may have grabbed my BOB flag. In any case, down he went….. unfortunately for one of the other riders, his actions were infectious. I’m not sure whether 2 or all 3 of them bit it, but other than some bruising, everyone appeared to be ok. We chatted a bit more, Simon offered to replace the flag. Unnecessary. They told me to be sure to flag their RV sag wagon down if I needed water, and we partedd ways. Silly me, I had gotten so preoccupied chatting that I missed my turn. Circling back, I got back on my own route and promptly did 7 miles of cycling through a wildlife preserve on a rock/sand/gravel road. My backside took a jackhammering! When I emmerged from Wire Rd, who do I see, but the cameraman from the Burundi guys. He was just making a right hand turn and didn’t see me. No worries. I continued to hear about those guys from numerous people throughout the day, and into today.
Check the end of this post for the links. It was a hot day. I cycled 70+ miles, made some wrong turns that added 7 or 8 miles to the original route and when I arrived at my destination, there was no RV park there. Instead, there was a strawberry field. I was exhausted and the farmer and his wife loaded me into their truck and took me to the nearest RV park, which was 5 miles away. Exhausted, I went to bed at 7:30 and slept until after 7 am.
Another time, I’ll blog about today. Just suffice it to say that I spent several long seconds standing on a fire ant hill. Ouch.
Go make your own breeze and remember: if you’re not having fun; you’re in the wrong gear! (remember to scroll down for links)
Finally, I checked out their blog and they have a video of the incident. Here’s a link to their blog about the incident: http://bikeforburundi.com/team-blog/
and the actual video as posted on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgsYHMqilSI&context=C480df61ADvjVQa1PpcFPJeu_jkqIgmpW4RRgpCMwjNayLa3LCIOU