Woke up sick today – sore throat and a headache, wasn’t in much of a mood for riding. We rode to the Waffle House for breakfast, I had a waffle, but no pig products, not enough food to ride on. After breakfast, according to our route guide, we were to “turn on Joan Ave.” Everyone thought this was very funny, but not feeling all that wonderful, I was not amused. At mid-day Bob, Sig and I ate lunch at a Subway where I forced myself to eat, gobbled Advil and tried to sleep at the table. There was a lady who after hearing about our trip thought we were totally nuts. She said “I’d rather spend 30 days in jail, than ride my bike five miles.”
Camped around a swimming pool, I put up my tent and slept an hour or so before dinner. Dinner was across the street – fahitas that we had to wait forever for – it was also freezing cold in the restaurant. I walked back to camp and immediately crawled into my tent, it was probably 80 degrees outside, but I still put on my long sweat pants, t-shirt, fleece vest and got in my down sleeping bag and slept for the next 10 hours. I did hear one man say before I drifted off, he must have been looking at out route guides still attached to our bicycles, “Day 41?!, where are these people coming from?”
85.3 miles