monday morning may 7th was one of the nicest riding mornings we had, we were in a quiet rural area, no cars, soft breeze, just good friends on a ride. we had a brief stent on i-10 before jumping on a frontage road, here we stopped for lunch and to say good bye to jim gilligan, peter dyke and dave falter, great friends and supporters.
mark osmond, bob weeks, katy and i headed on down road, we were trying to get as close to van horn tx as we could we were also waiting for two chicago friends, dale pelitier and steve ryan to arrive. we were doing a ton of climbing but it was slow even with tailwind, we had a few flats and sent oz back to check on new arrivals. this is were fun began, the rv was stuck in sand, the jack wasn’t working, the weather was getting dicey, it did not look good.
oz stayed back to wait on heavy jack to help lincoln, we went for cover in a dead town with nothing open, the weather hit, the rv was on its way, we loaded up, 1500 feet of climbing, 34 miles down. steve and dale were in, a late dinner was had.
tuesday morning was horrible, 56 degrees, the flag at hotel was flat out, the wind 35 miles an hour out of the east, right in our face. we climbed into rv and backtracked 37 miles, we unloaded and pushed off, it was stiffer than any headwind i head ever ridden into. the progress was slow and chilly, we lost katy and oz at lunch. dale, steve and i pushed on, besides steve almost bleeding to death battling bushes while going to bathroom we were nothng but cold. miles come slowly, we made it to van horn, 7 hours, 37 miles. weather still a mess, rest day tomorrow. (steve has bull)