It was certainly an improvement over the hills, but the constant headwind into our faces made every pedal stroke twice as much work as it should have been, and you couldn't coast to rest - the wind would bring you to a standstill. The heat and the ride are beginning to take their toll. The ambulances have been noticeably busy attending to people with heat stroke. The camaraderie was still there, but it was the camaraderie of an army entering a battle they knew would cause many casualties. They have sacrificed their own sleep time, comfort, and family lives to ensure that Team Drake has a reasonable chance of finishing this marathon, and they've done it all with kindness, good cheer, and thoughtfulness.
Tomorrow's the last day.
The prospect of dipping my wheels in the Mississippi is almost as exciting as the prospect of sleeping in my own bed tomorrow night. I am having hallucinations of eating bagels and yogurt, drinking coffee, and reading the Times this coming Sunday morning. One more day. . .