The ride into Lincoln has been fairy uneventful. I have grown accustomed to the constant wind. I watched the dark sky nervously all day, don’t rain, don’t rain, don’t rain. The rain out here is no joke. It is more like a water fall than a rain. We missed baseball size hail in McCook by one day. I believe our “good luck” is a direct result of your good wishes.
The only thing I could not get used to was the cracks in the road. The cracks feel like craters on a bike. It feels like you are riding your bike off a curb every four seconds. BAM! BAM! One, two, three, four, BAM! BAM! One, two, three, four, BAM! BAM! The real problem is that there is no way to avoid it and I’m worried about my temporary wheel holding up. Come on baby get me to Wisconsin! We just have to keep’er rolling.
Riding an unsupported bike ride presents many challenges. If I had a SAG vehicle I could have changed my front tire in about 3 minutes. Instead it took 20 extra miles, two hotel stays, and a post office run. Good news is that my brother Ceaser is going to mail a new wheel set to Wisconsin.
You have to rethink how you get things done out here. It seems that whatever you are looking for is always on the other side of town. What takes 15 minutes in a car can take an hour on a bike. Everything is a balancing act. Do I have someone mail it, or do I buy it on the road? If you choose to have something mailed, you have to make sure it’s along your route and that it gets there before you. So far we have had only one miss, and had it returned to sender. So my latest mailing challenge is my iPod. I would just go buy one except I would not be able to load it with music. So do we mail it close so I can have it soon and risk missing it? Do we mail it to a large town and risk going 10 miles out-of-the-way to get it? I chose to go without an iPod for another week and have it mailed to Wisconsin (Chris’s house). Chris’s poor mom is running a supply depot right now.
Logistics on the road are the hardest part. I play the smallest part. I just have to show up. Sometimes I have to wait, take a detour, or make phone calls. The real work is done by friends and family at home. Figuring out what I need, where I’ll be, and when I’ll get there. All your hard work is very much appreciated. I think I’ll start referring to my ride as semi-supported.