So we are now in Lebanon, NH - a short bicycle jaunt away from Dartmouth, which has internet and friends. The last few days have been quite the journey so I guess I'll start from now and work backwards...
Today we biked from New London to Lebanon. Isiah and I were sweeps, meaning we were the last ones out and last ones in. We started a good 20 minutes after everyone else so we could get a good workout in, which ended up being mostly downhill. We had a great time, until the rain came, but that was still fun. I got soaked, I had puddles in my shoes, but somehow I was having fun. It was great until the last few miles until the two riders in front of us, Arianna and Zach decided to take I-89 instead of Route 10. Small panic and heart attack then occurred, we called the van to pick them up on the side of the highway, but in the meantime they got off the highway and all was saved, crisis averted. We ended up in the sun and drying out and we all got back to the church in good time and we all had a great time. Dinner was wonderful, best dinner so far, absolutely wonderful. And now I'm at Dartmouth hanging out writing this blog.
The New London day was pretty uneventful, sorry about that. However our first biking day was different. Going into Concord was a very tough 65 mile, very hilly route. What makes it worse was there was a group of about 9 people who were in front and we saw the van going past us, with our lunches - not so bad yet, lunch is just ahead of us. But then we saw the van drive past us the other way with the guy saying "balkjafdweasdlf" or something like that. So we just pressed on and about 5/10 miles later we all pulled off and decided to call the van to see what was up, we thought lunch was supposed to be at mile 35, we were far past that at that time. Apparently what he yelled out was "turn around lunch is this way", but since we were only a cool 12 miles from Concord we pressed on, writing humerous complains about our lack of lunch. We eventually stopped at Arnies and got some homemade ice cream and other wonderful lunches. This was a tough ride, even for me, the racer, so I am very impressed with the people who had very little cycling experience, they did great, and fun was had by all, well maybe not, but everyone had high spirits and no one wanted to quit.
that is all
happy cycling!
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One state down - 12(?) to go. Have fun at the Big D. Did you get your chico arrive?
Or in English - did your chico arrive?
heart attack? could you elaborate?
hills? quoting a popular song "you ain't seen nothing yet!" i hope the weather will hold out for everyone. do you think the person who yells out the window about food could just hold up a sign? it's going to be a hungry trip otherwise. is there anything that we can bring you this weekend? Hi Diane!
it was a metaphorical heart attack, just to say I was nervous.
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