Thanks everyone for your love and support. We had a police escort into Cha-lston (down South we don't prounce the 'r'); see photo of police cruiser with flashing lights. We stopped for lunch at 32 miles and were greeted by our hoot'n and holler'n friends and family. I expected to see my darling wife, my brother Don and his wife, Marilena, but was truely surprised to see my two best ultra-running friends: Mark Blenden and Drew Meyer. That was very nice. After some fish tacos, we rode the final seven miles to The Boardwalk resort, dipped our wheels in the Atlantic and jumped in for a swim in surprisingly warm water. This was really an endurance effort for me and I had so much fun. Kevin, my new Microsoft lawyer friend gave me a hug and said, "I'm glad you were here. I knew someone else would be praying on the bike."
It's done ;)
P.S. Insight on the life of a guide...Jen works 9 months straight. She's either in Europe, driving gear across America, or running ride camps and faces a new group of guests each week or so. She lives out of one suit case all this time. By the time she finishes she can't stand the look of her shorts and dresses any longer and throws them away.
Trek did a great job. We were lucky to have Rustin, Jen and Tara.
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