Hotter'n Hell
Miles today: 245 Hours in the saddle: 4:29 We watched MotoGP again with camper meals and camper coffee (much better than Maxwell Ho). Packed up and got headed home. Jaron planned out our stops again which was great. Our first stop was gas in Green Bank, and then we had Subway for lunch again, in Front Royal this time. I'm pretty sure we've been to every Subway along this route. A little girl started crying when we walked in with our helmets on. Her mom said look, she's a regular person with her hair braided just like you have. It was adorbs. Guess what! I didn't drop my bike once on this trip. Not in the stop & go traffic on the way out or back in, not on any of the stop sign intersections up or downhill, not in any parking lots. Riding this bike is a completely different experience now being strong. It was hotter'n fuck today tho, y'all -- between 89 & 95 most of the time we were riding. At our last stop as we were girding our loins for the last 1:15...