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It’s official, my “vacation “ is over.   I decided to go to the beach yesterday to relax after my ride and ran into a group of creatures wearing ridiculous clothes.  Some reasearch told me that it’s a species in which the males of the species are known as MAMIL’s.  When I see something that weird I’ve got to get pictures so here’s a few: A group of MAMIL’s* with some of the females.  Not sure if they are mating pairs or not. The only 4 of the MAMIL’s to ride across the country without ever getting a “boost”* and two of the females who did the same.  Within the species you are referred to as an EFI’r* if you do this.  Some MAMILs do crazy things in an attempt to attract females Within any community there are members similar to worker bees.  In the MAMIL community these workers can be males or females.  These worker bees were named Blake, Tara and Michael Definitions: MAMIL:  Middle Aged Man In Lycra EFI’r:  A MAMIL or female of the s

Day 45....the penultimate day of the trip.  Just wanted to write the word penultimate, sounds smart.  Today’s weather made this day a final test of everyone’s dedication to the trip.  Once again, a lot of riders hopped in the van.   Not only was it a day with a lot of hills but it rained the last 50 of the 83 miles.  High temp was 52 and low was 37.  Even with the right winter weather gear I arrived at the hotel with numb fingers and toes.  I did mention the other day that taking pictures in the rain when riding is tough but I managed to get a few. State #14.  Is that a threat on the sign?  Doesn’t seem very Bievenue-ing to me.   The roads are steep in the Adirondacks and the White Mountains.  Locals call it “The Kanc”.  Coming from the West I’m not too impressed with the elevation but I usually take pictures of summit signs.  You can’t see the rain in this picture but flying down these hills dodging these “fissures” can be nerve wracking.  In general the road surfac

Day 44.  If you are familiar with the term “sag wagon” then you know this already but for those who don’t know, it’s the vehicle you get in during a ride or race when your life sucks at that moment for one reason or another.  You can also get into the sag wagon on an almost daily basis because you are just flat out unprepared to ride your bike across the fat part of North America......I won’t name any names just in case this person finds my blog.  Today 5 of 14 riders lives sucked bad enough to hop in the sag wagon.  103 miles, 50 miles of rain, 50 degrees, 3 very steep climbs including an 8-miler with plenty of 10% gradient. Rode my bike to Vermont....just sayin’.  This was taken just across a bridge over Lake Champlain.  No sighting of Champy so I guess the myth continues.  Today’s numbers.  If your a cyclist you know this means “ a monster day”.  Not a lake monster but a pretty wet one regardless.  Another picture of “the monster” Earned it.   I know I’ve give