Day 6: The Totally Blue (Ridge) Day

Day 6, The Totally Blue (Ridge) Day If I don’t have legs that can jackhammer through asphalt by the end of this trip, I shall be seriously cheesed. Yesterday, I went up and down, then up and down, then up, up, up, up, then down. Up, up, up, up, then down. Funny how the down never seemed to quite match the up, but was much appreciated all the same. It was a day filled with equal parts jubilation and frustration. I started out below the fog line on a very grey day. Late. Of course. I’m still getting the hang …

Day 5, TransAmerica 2 point oh.

If I’m going to do one thing differently this time, it’s this: I’m not gonna crash. On Friday, I went out to the crash site. Just ol’ Precious and myself, leaving Mr. Zimmerman (the trailer) sulking in the hotel room. I just wanted to take my time and go at an easy pace and not be weighed down by full touring regalia. Plus, it was an 82 mile round trip, which would’ve been a hell of a day back at it! Long story short – we noodled out there and I got sunburnt and stood at the side of the …