Distance - 62 mi.
Average Speed - 12.2 mph
Climbed - 1440 ft
Weather - 62 to 85 F, sunny, with a light tailwind
Wow, what a great last day for riding! It was perfect weather on a beautiful flat road winding its way along the James River delta, and even some paved bike paths part of the way. We went past several old plantations, including the Sherwood Forest Plantation home of our 10th President, John Tyler. Remember from your history books, "Tippecanoe and Tyler, too." "Tippecanoe" was William Henry Harrison, who won that famous battle against the Native Americans; and then he died early in his Presidency from a fever he caught during an unusually cold Inauguration Day parade. Anyway, there seem to have been a lot of Presidents from this part of the country. I feel a little guilty for having waited this long to visit.
Ian's been a great riding partner for these last 5 days, keeping up the pace but also taking time for conversation along the way when we can ride close enough together. It makes the miles go faster, and the day more interesting. His recumbent bike draws a lot of attention and waves from the locals. It looks like he's riding in a recliner with his feet up; and that has a general appeal amongst non-bikers, especially. However, we know from the laws of physics that he's still expending the same energy, given equal weights of the two types of bikes and riders. The real advantage is the lower air resistance from being lower to the ground, but that's only meaningful at higher speeds; such as downhills, or into the wind. The drawback comes with climbing, because he can't get the same smooth motion on a pedaling stroke as a conventional bike, where the rider's weight is right over the pedals. So, we'd usually meet up on the uphills and he'd pull away on the downhills. Of course, the reason he got this bike was due to a disc problem in his neck that was aggravated by lifting his head back as required on a conventional bike. This bike allows him to hold his head at a normal angle and not put undue stress on the neck.
We were clipping right along, and reached the "Historic Triangle" of Jamestown, Williamsburg, and Yorktown by late morning. It was buzzing with traffic and tourist activity on this busy Saturday morning. We had lunch at a fine restaurant in Williamsburg, then rode through the living history activities in their downtown, dodging tourists and their strollers in a sea of humanity. Toddlers love living history exhibits, just like they love clowns.
Meanwhile, our welcoming committee was organizing some festivities at the Victory Monument in Yorktown, the eastern terminus of the Trans America Bike Trail. We rolled in on schedule at 1:30 to all the sign waving and celebratory whooping noises that three people can possibly make, at the Yorktown Victory Monument. I had to chime in, as I was caught up in the emotion, sense of relief and accomplishment that finishing this ride inspired. Angela, Meghan and Jesse provided the perfect exclamation point to our big adventure.
Ian and I owe Angela a huge debt of gratitude for her support driving on this leg. It's not easy to follow the meandering path of this route through the back roads, waiting for us at some desolate location just so we can more easily access water and food, or make clothing changes. Thanks for smiling at those times you felt like crying. I love you dearly.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without brother Eric, who conceived of the idea in a phone call we had about touring bikes two years ago. As far as I'm concerned, he came up with the perfect bike for safety, durability, and comfort. The bike took a beating on several falls, sometimes with me on it; and always bounced back with the wheels still as true as the day he built them. The generator hub made a huge safety difference, especially on rainy mornings. The gearing was just low enough to climb 12% grades at a speed I could retain my balance with. Any lower would have been tough to balance with. The beefed up brakes were definitely needed, and the tire width worked out well for the occasional off-roading. The Schwalbe Marathons I went with this leg worked better than the Schwalbe folding tires we started with last year, but I kept them on hand for backup. I followed his prescription on oiling and cleaning the chain frequently, and learned how to dial in the shift adjustment while riding. Everything worked smoothly under all conditions. What more can you ask for? Then, it's just up to the rider to muster the energy each day to get up and do it again, for a total of 56 days. The blogging aspect of this trip was also Eric's idea. I'm normally a bit more private than this, and wouldn't have blogged if he hadn't cornered me into it; but I'm really glad now that it forced me to capture some thoughts and photos for friends and family; and a record to look back on someday. Thank you so much, Eric. You're the best!
Ian and I had some time to conjecture about what it takes to complete a long bike journey like this. It's not so much the physical strength or preparedness that one might guess. For instance, I hardly ever was "out of breath," and I'm not that fit. It really is a mental thing that's required to fight through the pain, discomfort, and self doubt. Discomfort alone would weed out most people. One's personal motivation has to be very strong. Of course, you have to really want do it; which also weeds out most people. There were moments on both legs of the journey where due to discomfort or lousy weather I wasn't sure I could finish it. Angela knows I came pretty close to getting the bike rack out of the car in a particularly long wet climbing day in Kentucky, and she got me a Coke (not a Diet Coke ) to get me over the hump. It worked.
Posters and everything!
Symbolically, in front of the Yorktown Victory Monument.
Ceremonial tire dipping in Chesapeake Bay.
Sporting my new T-shirt designed by Meg just for the occasion.