Ok, don't hold your breath or anything but today was the fastest average of the entire trip. There was a total of one, yes one hill. I even had a tailwind until midmorning. There's really not a lot to tell. I broke away from my maps and made my own route, which got us into a little interesting situation, but we survived.
The boys and Ben made it home safe, which is a huge relief. Ben Logan get's a star in his crown for his service this week. Many thanks Ben.
Ed "the Geek" Sparks who is with us right now ran some interesting numbers tonight. By interesting, I mean the Huntsville, engineering, pocket protector, lanyard, PC, number crunching kind of interesting.
Ed calculated that by the number of miles, I have traveled 117,279,360 inches. Furthermore, by the circumference, of my tire size, I have made 425,556 revolutions. Just in case your interested, and I'm betting you're salivating as I speak, it would take 1,954,656 bikes, end to end to reach this far from where I started. Ed leaves tomorrow so don't expect this kind of data in the future. Way to go Ed!
Mark Thompson and Ed Sparks leave tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to a few days with Mark Chastain who is coming in tomorrow evening.
I just want to add what a blast it was to have my boys all week. Kolton, Kooper, and Kody are the best, I love you guys.
Thanks also to Mark Thompson for sharing the ride. (and to Kathy for letting him come)
By the way, has anybody heard from La Nette? She quit commenting on the blog.
Here's a few pictures.
From left to right, Mark Thompson and Ed "the Geek" Sparks.
7:00 AM Cleveland, Tx..
Sunrise, over Moss Hill.
Beaumont is not the greatest place I've ever been.
Nice shoulder though.
Where am I going?
Oh, Sour Lake.
Home of Texaco, who knew?
So if you're not a cowboy?
Roughest road to date.
I'm reading a book by Donald Miller that Mary Ashley Callaway gave me entitled "A Million Miles In a Thousand Years", on the first page Miller writes this.
"If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn't cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn't tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you'd seen. The truth is, you wouldn't remember that movie a week later, except you'd feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.
But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won't make a story meaningful, it won't make a life meaningful either."
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE MEANINGFUL?
I'm closing in on the end,