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The road we started on, way back in June on a beach in San Diego, came to a joyous and bittersweet end on a beach in Virginia.  For the rest of my life I will remember the shear joy and exhilaration of riding down a street with 14 of my dearest friends screaming “Take the lane!”.  We were crying, slow clapping for ourselves and generally losing our minds over the stretch of sand waiting in front of us.  I seriously doubt I will ever be able to carry my bike over my shoulder and run…

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I feel the tug of home.

 

At the beginning of the tour, it was strong but somewhat tempered by the excitement of the journey ahead.  However, through the excitement, I still had days that I thought I just could not go on, I could not do this ride.  I cannot live like this for two months.  The tug of home was strong. 

 

As the tour wore on and the reality of being on the road set in, the tug of home was there, but not as strong.  I had a job to do.  This ride was my…

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Ft. Worth, Texas.  On the schedule, when we arrived in San Diego, it seemed so far away yet here we are.  We have cycled from San Diego to almost Dallas, Texas.  Looking at that distance on a map, it’s just so hard to believe.

 

We’ve gotten into a good groove here on the Ride:Well Southern tour.  Our morning and evening loading and unloading goes smoother than when we first started.  We just get the job done every day.  Most nights we arrive in the early evening, tired and…

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Dear friends who came and visited me in Texas asked me last night, “What’s the thing you are most surprised about on the tour?”  My answer was it’s harder than I thought it would be.  Oh I knew it would be hard.  I’ve never spent 12 hours a day on a bike before.  I’ve never ridden my bike through temperatures topping 117 degrees.  I’ve never faced the brutal, hot headwinds of Texas before.  I’ve never climbed up mountains one pedal stroke at a time.  I knew that would be… Continue