ow Day So, here we are, rolling Days 12 and 13 into one because, well, Day 12 was a zero day—which is exactly what it sounds like. Z-E-R-O miles. Nothing. Nada. But, zero days don’t feel so zero. Allow me to explain…Day 12: The Zero Day Chronicles It was a forced zero day, courtesy of …
Day 11: The Great Escape to Fort Lauderdale I started the day leaving Lantana, aiming for Boca Raton, trying to beat the rain from Tropical Storm Helene. The plan was simple: make it to Boca, grab a hotel before 2 PM, and let the storm pass while I enjoyed some comfort. Easy, right? Well…Knowing the …
Day 10 – Another Day on A1A and US1: Riding Through Resilience Sorry for the delay in the Post: Today’s ride took me along the inland side of the intercoastal, with a mix of good and not-so-great bike lanes. About three-quarters of the roads were cyclist-friendly, but the other quarter had their challenges—cracks in the …
Day 9 – Half Way There I try not to focus too much on the daily distance or the miles I’ve yet to ride because that can set me up for a negative mindset—thinking of how far I still have to go. And each day is a milestone for me, not how many miles but …
Today was a solid “pedal to the metal” day—well, as metal as you can get on a trike. I had a tentative stop zone, which is just code for “I’ll stop when my legs threaten to quit.” Note to self: maybe make those stop zones more, you know, real. The day kicked off like Day …
I finally managed an earlier start at 8:30 a.m.—not much, but a step in the right direction. That victory lasted a whole 15 minutes before I heard a noise coming from the back. It sounded like something was rubbing against the tire, so I pulled over immediately. Sure enough, one of the support bars for …
Day 5 – “Ever lose your wallet?”So, the day started like any other epic journey—I was up at the crack of dawn, 6 A.M., fueled by optimism and scrambled eggs. I ate, packed, and was ready to conquer the world, or at least the first few miles of it. After checking out of the hotel …
No, you didn’t miss Day 3—it’s coming, just fashionably late! Think of it as a plot twist or maybe a cliffhanger. Day 4 started with a heartwarming breakfast with my son and grandson. It was their last day in Florida, and as they headed home, my son helped me lighten the bike by a glorious …
Excitement? Still strong, and why not? It’s only day 2! Some things stay the same: the hour-long setup routine—bags on, lights on, radar on—but this time, no Nemo. Yeah, he went rogue, so it’s just me and the trail today. The rain took a break overnight, leaving behind clouds as I set off, aiming southward. …
As I started pedaling, my first mission was making sure everything stayed strapped down—because, you know, nothing says “successful journey” like a sleeping bag taking flight at mile three. Once I confirmed that my gear wasn’t going rogue, I had a quick moment of reflection. Four years ago, two strokes. Two years ago, triple bypass. …