We opted NOT to do the century. Not in this heat.
However, on a day when we could have chosen to stay in the motorhome and read, play video games, watch tv, or just rest, we chose to ride.
We chose the 55-mile route, which turned out to be 59 miles because we decided to venture out on our own and ride some additional miles on a path that we started out on. We were wandering all over a military base, always an excellent idea. That's just the way we roll. Ha ha ha ha ha ..... that's the way we roll ..... on a bicycle ride.
We were not arrested, followed, or challenged in any way. That is a little disturbing, considering the level of security we are SUPPOSED to be under. We just rode our bright blue bike onto a military base, left the approved path, and got the attention of absolutely NO ONE. I guess they didn't think terrorists would be wearing spandex and pedaling a tandem.
- Riding the first 8 miles and the last 8 miles on the Riverwalk. It's a path along the Chattahoochee River. We can throw a rock from our campsite to Alabama. We probably won't, though.
- Seeing 22.22, 33.33, 44.44, and 55.55 on the bike computer. Forgive me, it's my weird numbers thing rearing its ugly head again. I missed 11.11. I've missed it every day so far this week.
- Having the correct tool to repair my shoe cleat at the top of a hill.
- Finding the missing screw for the cleat still in the pedal. If we hadn't found the screw and/or had the correct tool, we would have had to get in a sag vehicle FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER and return to camp.
- The cleat thing.