The retelling of Day 21 will rely more heavily on memory than my previous and remaining Trans Am reports. I've been leaning quite heavily on the Strava data from each days riding, namely time, distance and topography to provide a basic outline for each 'days play' but alas no data...
I was up 5:30 am ready and rearing to make up for yesterdays disaster of an afternoon. Despite the rest, my emotional state was still rather frayed from the frustration of losing half a day's progress and by the anxiety of not knowing whether my...
I slept well in intervals that corresponded with the gaps in the Sebree overnight train Timetable. I'd completely forgotten about the rail line which was only about a block from where I had pitched my tent, although with the earth shuddering effects of the coming and going...
Standard hotel morning start; ignore alarm at least twice, morning ablutions, adorn par dried lycra, pack up bike, demolish buffet breakfast, grab a couple of handfuls of breakfast pastries to store on the bike, check out and hit the road. On this particular morning, the...
The sanctity of the Buckhorn Presbyterian Church Sunday School resulted in an extremely peaceful and comfortable nights sleep that was rudely interrupted by 2 duelling alarms at 4:45 am. The sofa that was so very kindly offered up by JJ the night before (although it was...
Over a beer the previous night JJ and I had calculated the distance to the finish in Yorktown. The end of the Grand Adventure was now only 900 kilometres (560 miles) away. Shit eh, we were getting close. Despite the "wake up" call from my wife 2 days earlier and her request for an estimated...
This was the 4th out of the 27 Trans Am mornings that I had shared with JJ. From a shed in Wyoming to a church in Kentucky, to an Airbnb and a hotel in Virginia. It was not a large proportion of the race, we...
Now that I'm registered for the Trans Am and actively talking to people about my participation I am inevitably asked why? And it is a good bloody question as up until now I have really struggled to articulate exactly why I want to selfishly leave...
It is early February 2017, just under 17 weeks to the Trans Am. Just writing those words excites me and panics the crap out of me at the same time. There are just so many areas of preparation I feel I am not yet...
The Trans Am is only 4 days away! I fly out to Portland very early tomorrow morning but before I do so I feel compelled to thank some very dear people who have made it all possible. Yep this is very much a team effort...