August 2.
The length of the ride this day was 91 miles so I sagged ahead to the first rest stop. There I wrote a memorial to Bob Walters on my helmet. The ride was difficult for me because I kept breaking down. When I actually started crying once, I discovered that the wind and tears don’t mix. That made my eyes sting so I couldn’t see. When I was trying to ride with both eyes closed, I decided that was a very bad idea and had to stop.
The last twenty miles of the day were among the most difficult that I have ridden. It was a little difficult physically with a head wind, but it was very difficult emotionally. I really wanted to go the entire way once I had started, and I did manage to do it.
