Well, I made it more than 1,500 miles before a passing motorist finally threw something at me. The good news was they threw three objects at me and only hit me twice. And the objects were all bite-size powdered donuts. And the thrower was Mitsu.
You make a couple “Yeah, and then you guys could just keep driving by and throwing donuts at us” jokes, and some people aren’t going to let it go.
East Texas is not yet the flat paradise we have envisioned. We had 69 miles of rolling hills today. James stuck around to grind out another day with us, and wisely ordered two breakfasts at the restaurant this morning. He rode a total of 150 miles with us over two days, and he hadn’t ridden his bike in about 3 months. It was great to have a third person along to chat with and give us a break from our regular routine, which usually has us riding a couple miles apart, and me talking to myself, yelling old-school hip-hop verses at cows and horses, or narrating in a British accent.
As of the end of the day, we have approximately 1,275 miles left until St. Augustine and the end of our trip. With 22 days to go and the terrain looking a little flatter, it’s starting to feel like we might actually finish this thing.