Two flats (on Tony’s bike), no towns in between, 40 miles, 3,700 feet of elevation gain, and we finally got into Silver City, New Mexico.
Then I promptly got hit by a truck at a stoplight. Actually, just its passenger side mirror, which folded into the cab after it bumped my shoulder. Definitely the least impact of any bicycle-related incident in my life, most notably that time I flew over the handlebars of my BMX bike when I was 8 and landed on my helmetless head and elbow. (Remember that, Dad?)
Tony and I were discussing what to do now that we were in town, and he was standing in front of me at the stoplight, and the guy in the work truck next to me decided to try to squeeze around me and take a right, and he almost made it. I said, “Holy shit, that truck’s mirror just hit me,” and then we rode on.
Downtown, of course we ran into two guys who are riding the same route we are, with a side trip to the hot springs north of Silver City. They’re also riding up to North Carolina after they hit St. Augustine. And the guy they’re staying with of course knows our gracious Silver City hosts, M. John and Gay Fayhee. Quite a town. We’re going to take Thursday off so I can recover from my cough and we can get Tony’s bike looked at. Then Friday is a 5,600-vertical feet day out of Silver City, and up Emory Pass. I believe after that climb, we are able to coast all the way to Florida without pedaling.