8:45 am, October 27th and the pounding in my head was clouded by massive sleep deprivation. Last night would be approximately 793 times more fun than the next 14 hours... not really a great way to wake up to your second century day, not to mention our longest yet- 105 miles. I woke up next to a forest of Victoria Secret models in Savannah, GA. Yes you read that right- our fabulous host mother had decorated the wall I was sleeping next to, her son Ross' wall with an enormous magazine like photograph of a babbling brook that covered the entire 7x12 foot canvas, and she adorned the currents, rocks, weeds, and trees with Victoria Swimsuit models. Awesome, not something I'd do for my son, but awesome. The scaling was quite realistic.
I scraped myself out of bed and took a cold shower, all the lights were off in the home so that meant I hadn't actually overslept by 2 hours and 15 minutes... not if Steve and Adam weren't awake. Once I'd cleaned up a bit and caught more of an awareness of the pounding against my brain, I bundled my gear and moped into the living room where my four friends were sleeping on one couch. I had to laugh. Only 5 southwestern alumni from NY, ND, SD, IL, and WI would end up in a city like Savannah at random. "We were supposed to wake up at 6:30 right" I stated.
"Shit what time is it?", Adam popped up.
"Close to 9:00" I replied
"Best be on our way", Steve agreed. However we all wondered if it'd be possible. This was an incredibly late start for us and we need to tackle our biggest trek yet. Well yeah it's possible, we'd just have to do some night riding and I knew there's no way it could be worse than the night we barely made it through Yonkers/ New York City. We just needed to gauge the milage to get an idea of what time exactly we'd be arriving at our next host family's home in St Mary's, GA.
Bakken whipped out his iPad. "Uh guys?"
"Yeah how far"
"well it looks like you've got a big day ahead of you"
"What the hell does that mean?"
Steve, Adam, and I stared at Google Maps...
ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY MILES?!
Are you, what! I mean is that, c'mon man! Who's the idiot that calculated this one??! I burst out laughing. Seriously you've got to be kidding me man. Dammit. Well here's the deal- we have to be in Jacksonville by tomorrow, that's 170 miles. Why not just be insane today and lolly-gag into FL Friday afternoon? Hm... because that's crazy. So we tapped into our resources, Bakken knew of a woman only 90 miles away and gave us a few numbers of people we could call to get in touch with her. Apparently when he'd sold in that part of Georgia, he had teammates stay with this woman.
Regardless of what we would choose to do... we needed to move it. So we packed up, tied down, clipped in, and began peddling into the day that would never end.
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