Category Archives: XC 2015

Extremes (39)

We started at 6:30AM again today to get the majority of our miles in before the hottest part of the day.  Despite the heat, we covered almost 250 miles in the past three days. The goal has been to make it to Carbondale, IL by the end of the day today, where we will reward ourselves with a hotel night.

We took a mid-morning convenience store break for ice cream and danishes. While we enjoyed our treats, two cyclists pulled in. Bryan and Dario are racing their bicycles across the country in the second annual TransAm Bike Race. They are among about 40 others and at the time were holding 9th and 10th place. We had heard talk of this group coming through (they’re riding west to east), and we passed several racers previously who must have been the leaders, but none wanted to stop and chat. Rather than steel frame bikes and heavy bags, these cyclists sport carbon fiber racers with very small bags. When Dario tried to lift up Rachel’s heavy bike, he shook his head and in an Italian accent said, “Impossible!” Despite their lightweight setup, these guys are extreme, riding 200+ miles per day with only  ~4 hours of sleep per night. Bryan joked that the leader must be an alien.  Not because he is so fast, but because he only sleeps for a few hours in between stretches of up to 36 hours on his bike.


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Going Under (35)

Today, we hit 2,000 miles!

We woke to steady rain and strong winds beating against the tent. Since it wasn’t far to Mammoth Caves, we decided to take it slowly to (hopefully) wait out the worst of it. So we packed up around nine and decided we would rather buy breakfast than cook in the rain, so we rode to a nearby truckstop for McDonald’s. After finding a spot for the bikes, Rachel went for her wallet, but it wasn’t in its normal spot. After checking all other likely spots, she determined she left it somewhere by accident. We remembered her using it at a convenience store ten miles back on the route last night; sure enough, when she called the store, the woman who answered confirmed that they had it. She had left it on a newspaper stand outside the store while we rested and had a few stacks. We rushed through our coffees and food and went back to the KOA, where Rachel dropped her bags and left me for a solo ride back to retrieve the forgotten wallet.

She returned only an hour or so later, and, by that time, the weather had calmed. We reloaded her bike and headed towards the national park.

En route we passed this sign for Big Mike’s Rock Shop, which we think a few of our friends would like to visit:


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