DAY 70 — Mineral, VA (Volunteer Fire Station, Multi purpose room stage) to Williamsburg, VA (College of William and Mary, Kappa Alpha Fraternity, Basement floor).
Total mileage: 127.0
(Additional vitals are unavailable due to bike computer meltdown).
Cue the celebratory ballads. Roll out the red carpet and position the fireworks. Today is our last day on the TransAmerica Trail.
Yesterday’s ride was our most epic on record. We biked 127 miles, or 2.9% of our entire route, in a single day. We did this because we had to make it to Yorktown, VA by today; but more importantly, we did this because we felt compelled to give one final push towards the finish line. We wanted our penultimate riding day to be a memorable and tremendous culmination of our efforts.
With only three pit stops for coffee, bagels and lox, ice cream, chips, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, we churned out our second 100+ mile ride in a row. We flew by church signs that read “fight truth decay, study your bible daily” and “life is fragile, handle with prayer.” We pedaled past historical plantations and battlefield sites. We didn’t stop to interact with the scenery, though, so my memory of eastern Virginia’s landscape is blurred.
At that level of physical intensity, for that amount of time, we couldn’t help but enter an altered state of consciousness. If there is such a thing as biker’s high, we were well on our way to an overdose.
Somewhere between the rushes of adrenaline and the complete depletion of energy, we occupied a meditative, nearly hallucinogenic space for hours. It was fun to see what our bodies are capable of, and how our brains respond to a draining endurance battle. Through brute determination, we showed our minds who’s boss.
After staking our claim to a sticky corner of linoleum floor in a fraternity basement at the College of William and Mary, we walked to the nearest all-you-can-eat restaurant. We feasted at a Chinese buffet and, although we wanted to party all night long, collapsed into our sleeping bags and went straight to sleep.
Today, 71 days after our start on the other end of this nation, we will pedal the remaining 13 miles to Yorktown, VA with smiles wider than this continent. The Yorktown Victory Monument is waiting to award us with hard-fought splendor and glory.
This illustrious level of achievement doesn’t come around very often, so we intend to celebrate in high fashion. In the meantime, we are off to the colonial streets to do some fine champagne and cigar shopping.
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