Eight days, 400 miles to go

Wheel full 70px When you watch the Florida coastline go by at 10 miles/16 km per hour, it is hard to get a sense of moving along toward an ultimate goal without reference to a map.


Wheel full 70px The state is just that darn big.  The only state I will have spent more nights in was Maine, and that was back when I was averaging about 30 miles/50 km a day.

Wheel full 70px But this, I think, puts it all in perspective.


Wheel full 70px The entire ride nets out at about 3,500 miles, give or take some ferry crossings and the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel.  At the steady 10 miles/16 km per hour pace I’ve maintained more or less since Day One, that’s around 350 hours spread over 12 weeks I will have spent pedaling a bike.  I find it interesting that I gained over that time not the ability to ride faster but the ability to ride longer with fewer rest stops.  With a favorable wind and Florida’s “parking lot” terrain, I could probably do a “Century” day now, but it wouldn’t be because I would push out 14 or 15 miles/~25 km per hour for eight hours or so.  I’d just ride in my groove of 10 miles/16 km per hour for 10 hours plus a couple hours for rest breaks, leaving at daybreak and arriving right after sunset.


Wheel full 70px Will I do that before I’m through?  Not likely, but it’s nice to know that I could now if I really wanted to.


Ocean City, Maryland.  Note the control city on the overhead sign.

Wheel full 70px I will note, so as not to seem completely oblivious to real life, that the Cubs won the World Series tonight. I’m a lifetime White Sox fan, but will give credit where credit is due. The Cubbies worked for it, and it’s just too bad Jack Brickhouse isn’t around to say “Hey, hey!”

Nine days, 450 miles to go

Wheel full 70px That’s where I was at this morning- a quarter of the way from the Georgia border to Key West.  The trip is ending way too fast.

Wheel full 70px I rolled through Daytona Beach yesterday.


Wheel full 70px Last night my friend Scott drove up and met me in New Smyrna Beach, where I spent the night.


Wheel full 70px We had a great dinner at a place called Blackbeard’s Inn.  I ate a huge prime rib, which was very tasty.  Scott and I spent a couple of hours filling in the gaps of our decade plus long friendship on the Internet.

Wheel full 70px Today the highlight was a sign.


After I passed it I rode for what seemed like hours through scrub and swamp, until I came to a gate where I was politely told I couldn’t go any further- that the road across the facility was closed to the public.  So I rode over to the mainland and stopped in Titusville for the night.  I’ll enter the space center from the south side early tomorrow morning and take a look around.


Wheel full 70px Tomorrow night’s destination is Melbourne, where I’ll get together with my nephew Jack.  It should be an interesting day.