BOBBY AND THANE TACKLE THE TRANSAM Day 32 Eureka to Newton

Day Thirty Two Thane’s Blog: No man is an island

Saturday June 1, 2013, 75 miles (121 km) – Total so far: 1,812 miles (2,916 km)

I can honestly say that today was the first day of cycling since this adventure began 31 days ago that turned me ugly. Please, keep in mind, the beautiful people we met and chatted up along the way brought absolute joy to my soul but the cross winds of Kansas were more brutal to me than hours of climbing mountains.

Today, the wind blew across us for hours. And when it was not blowing across us it was blowing directly in our face. I knew there would be days like this in Kansas and Colorado but to tell you the truth, I am glad that this day is behind me. I am also honest when I say that I am sad that this day is over. I could not stay in the mental places that we cyclist often need to sustain us through the beautiful suffering that often defines cycling. I am sad that I allowed the forces of nature to come between myself and the incredible joy of simply riding a bicycle.

I can also tell you this, Bobby and I stood at the base of a climb about 11 miles into our day and said a few things that needed to be said. For both of us, this journey is a work in progress. And ever changing miracle of yesterday’s memories, today’s accomplishments and tomorrows dreams. We just needed to remind one another that we are on this journey together and no man is an island. I am proud to call Bobby my friend. I am proud to be sharing this dream with someone I truly respect. This thing. This journey. This crazy ass notion that a human can actually leave the ones he loves the most behind for three months and ride a freaking bicycle across America. Is a constantly revolving circle. Like the wheels on my beautiful Boo. Yes, my incredible friends and my precious family, man is an island. None of us are ever alone. Even as we cycle through the storms that this life may dish out we are truly never, ever alone. Tomorrow begins a new adventure. A new day. A new gift for a crazy ass Grampy on a bicycle and I am truly stoked.

the locals said we may see some wild horses today. they were right

the locals said we may see some wild horses today. they were right

lest we forget

lest we forget

bobby getting the shot

bobby getting the shot

we r traveling through oil country today

we r traveling through oil country today

Day Thirty Two Bobby’s Blog: The answer my friend is blowin in the wind, the answer……………

Saturday June 1, 2013, 75 miles (121 km) – Total so far: 1,812 miles (2,916 km)

Our first day to experience the full effect of the wind in Kansas. Yes you can hear people talk and you can imagine but you can’t know till you’ve ridden nine hours with 26 + mph wind hitting you in the face and the side.

We got out early again and again had breakfast before taking off. I could get used to this. As usual I got hooked up with a local and had a great conversation which is why I love this tour so much.

Water and food is far and few between around here so ya gotta stock up. We approached Cassoday and found a very large crowd gathered on both sides of the street cheering and clapping and I wondered if they had all been reading our journal.

Turns out we had stumbled into a check station for the Dirty Kansa 200 Gravel bike race. How fun. We hung out with a bunch of the support people and had some great pulled pork sandwiches. But as all good things must come to an end we had to get back on the bikes and head once again into the wind for the last 28 miles or so into Newton.

As per some East Bounders we met yesterday we headed for Station No. 2 on East Third Street. What a wonderful bunch of guys here. We had hot showers,got our laundry done and our bellies are full. There are six of us here.I strongly recommend if you layover in Newton make this your stop. Five Star for sure.

Loading the hump.

Loading the hump.

One of the local boys was very interested in our map.

One of the local boys was very interested in our map.

Wondered what the story is here.

Wondered what the story is here.

This guy just wanted to fight.

This guy just wanted to fight.

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Home for the night

Home for the night

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