As we left the hotel today, we were in a large group. Not good for negotiating through a busy town. I was able to separate from the big group so there were just two or three of us. Makes it easier for cyclists and motorists to get around each other.
Tucker Street! Alan had to stop to get a photo as that’s his last name. SoCal James and I were ruthless, we left him to fight his way back up to us after he got his picture.
Then I had to stop to take my pills, several folks passed me by. I was able to catch on with Roel and Dirk.
Later in the day, Roel, Dirk and I stopped at the second sag. While I wasn’t paying attention, they left! Alan was at the stop so he and I took off together. While we took turns “pulling,” he really did most of the work. At one point Alan mentioned the “Alabama boys” were catching up so we poured on the fuel so they wouldn’t pass us.
Then, just about two miles from the end, that left foot of mine started with the burning sensation. Alan was kind enough to pull over to give me a chance to give the foot a rest. We’d been there a while when I saw the “Alabama boys” coming. Come on, let’s go! And go we did. We beat them to the motel by a few seconds. They didn’t even know there’d been a race.
Fun day. Tomorrow there’s a good chance we’ll get rain.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention, I saw hills today. We’ve been in the flatlands for so long, I forgot how pretty the hills can be. I may regret saying that in a day or two when we’re climbing the steep ones we’ve been promised.
Spent the evening exploring the area around Little Falls.