Last day, shortened
Day 13 - 1/22/2019: 37.1 miles (377 total), 31 feet (1711 total)
12:30 pm (1203)
Today was rough: 72 miles w/ a predicted 25mph headwind. The first 36 miles were absolutely straight, no turns, no relief from the 65mph traffic. John, Bill, Charlie and I started out together, but as we rotated the lead through the four of us, Bill and Charlie were falling back though our average was probably only 12 (into that nasty wind).
Given the day's length, John and I eventually took off, screaming ahead of the other two, making 14mph, then 15 (then 16 when truck-suck pulled us along in it's wake), then 15, then 13. Yep, big biking studs. Nonetheless we kept at it, w/ frequent stops.
By the time we neared the half-way point where Margie (one of the two leaders) was to be waiting for us w/ a re-supply of food and water (mine was pretty much gone, and it was only 10:30), my new knee was a bit sore, my "good" knee was sore, and my shoulder was very sore.
Margie was just about leaving her parking spot, as she'd already had calls to be picked up four four of the riders behind us. John and I were actually in the front of the pack, aside from Mike, he of the 60k miles over three alaskan summers, who had passed us 10 miles back.
Given that it looked like the majority were going to be picked up, and that we were not having fun, john and I put our bikes on top and jumped in the van.
We traveled back down the route (by that I mean "the straight road"), picking up all the other riders. Afterwards we headed back to the hotel, where we are now safely ensconced. One of the pictures shows Jim-Pete, our oldest and definitely one of the best riders, pissing on the van's license plate because the process was taking so long.
Tonight we have a group dinner, and then split up heading home by planes, trains, and automobiles.