TransAmerica Bike Ride Day 41 – 61 miles

What a difference a day makes. Yesterday we rode in the rain, but the roads were smooth and gently rolling. Today we had a beautiful sky and almost no wind, but the hills were trying to kill me. Urs and I rode together again today. He’s a younger man from hilly Switzerland. I watched him zip up the hills like they were nothing then hover at the top like the hawks in the sky waiting for me to get there. Luckily for me the hills were still rolling, albeit not so gently. What I lack in climbing power I make up for in downhill fearlessness.
About halfway thru the ride we came upon a gravel road. We decided that we should continue rather than double back. Of course the road kept getting worse. We eventually reached the point where we had to take a portage. We walked our bikes for the better part of a mile to get back on paved roads. The experience didn’t damage our spirits.
Before we knew it we were in Wheeling where John, our warmshowers host, met us and rode with us to Mike’s house. Mike was actually hosting us. A couple of blocks from Mike’s house, John missed a pedal and tore open his calf on the front sprocket. He had to be driven to the emergency room.
I had been joking with Art about delivering a personal Mother’s Day greeting to his mom all afternoon. Before it was over, Barb had insisted on having us stay with her and Marty. We thanked Mike, and John who had come back to get his bike. John had to have 16 stitches in that calf.
Barb and Marty were awesome to us. We had a fabulous conversation over Chinese food and drinks.
Here’s my shot of the day. No explanation required. Just smile.



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