We have about three inches left to the coast on the Florida map on page 13 of the Rand McNally Midsize Road Atlas. We’re in our fourth time zone, eighth state, 213 donations, $17,967 raised, and we have 210 miles left to ride in three days. We’re also closing in on roughly 300 Snickers bars consumed, I believe.
Today, we added a third alumnus of the Class of 1997 dishwasher/busboys at the Pinicon Restaurant and Lounge in New Hampton, Iowa. World traveler and engineer Nick Kolbet arrived late last night with panniers in tow, and hopped on his bike and rocked out 67 miles today like it was a morning jog. Having Nick along is a little bit more fresh energy for us, and we have basically the same dynamic we had as teenagers. And pretty much the same jokes.
We have been riding some nice roads over the past two days — always a wide, smooth shoulder and courteous drivers. Tony and I are both trying to squeeze some final miles out of our tires — my front one, which has about 2,800 miles on it right now, has a 1/4-inch cut in it that I’m keeping my eye on, and Tony’s rear tire has a similar chunk taken out of it. We all got to enjoy the song coming from my squeaky chain for about 60 miles today, since we rode the entire day in the rain yesterday and picked up about a cup of sand a piece in various locations on our bikes.
Tomorrow, we’re shooting for High Springs, Florida, 80 miles away, and I think we’ll be able to smell St. Augustine from there.