We're in Texas. Honestly, I should stop the whole blog there because let's face it, Texas trumps all other good news. There is no greater feeling than crossing that state line. I imagine one day a woman will have to compete with my love for this holy place and she might just have to settle at second. Tough stuff. That being said, getting here didn't happen without a rough road. Literally.
Twenty miles into our 80 mile day today we came across a gravel road. This is the most evil of evils. Our precious delicate road bikes were not made for the abusive gravel roads that get dirt in our chains and wear down our 23mm tires. We hate these roads so much that we made a rule for them. That being said, we are prone to breaking just about every rule we have made for ourselves and the trip. That rule was made after my first flat (There have been a total of 6 flats this trip), that we would no longer ride on these poor excuses for paths of transportation and would instead choose to wait for Davis to help us cross them. He's our boyscout to our old lady. Just yesterday we took a nap on a gravel road while we waited for him to show up. Yes, we can nap anywhere at this point (I will now be accepting all napping challenges for cash). But today was different, because Davis had to get his own flat on the truck fixed, which put him about 30 miles from us with no truck. We might as well have been Moses before he parted the sea. Except we had no staff and I don't think God was parting this one (That being said I didn't ask him too so I guess I'll answer for that one later in life). It's important to note that we've tossed the directions multiple times at this point and Evan has navigated us by phone, which does not tell you the mileage for each road. So when approaching the gravel Evan claimed it was only about 2-3 miles of gravel before we got to the main road. He was wrong. He's always wrong. He will continue... to be wrong.
After five miles of riding (taking nearly an hour because you don't move in this stupid stuff) a kind stranger pulled up in his truck and asked why in the world we were out there. This man was obviously a scholar because we were asking ourselves the same thing EXCEPT he had a solution. Climb into the truck. Kids, your parents will always tell you to not talk to strangers and I vote that you listen to your parents as authority. But if you ever find yourself crossing hell on a bike, you throw that rule out and get into the man's truck because dang it, you're tired and he has two more wheels than you and a hemi.
After sitting in a truck bed flying probably 60 down a dirt road we were returned safely to the smooth paved asphalt. It was like riding on glass compared to what was behind us. As we pedaled on and our knights in dirty denim drove off, we crossed the state line and a tear rolled down my cheek as the angels sang hymns and Jesus descended on a cloud (This may or may not have been in my head but you weren't there so you can't prove me wrong).
All in all it was a great day! We're 4 more rides from Georgetown and I can smell San Gabriel. Today I got chills just thinking about all the things that wait for me Saturday. Like, not having to wear tights, never getting back on my bike, COCA-COLA, mi familia, friends friends friends, COCA-COLA, Honey, and COCA-COLA PEOPLE.
But really, 4 days. See y'all Saturday.
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