Emma here. As Joey prepares for his upcoming ride of epic proportions, I wanted to send him off with a few words from me and his parents.
The ride is upon us. Well, upon me, I suppose. Seven months ago, I got this bright idea in the dead of winter that I should bike to New York. My wife, ever supportive, agreed that it would be something worth trying to achieve, surprisingly, instead of scoffing at such nonsense and telling me to go home and sleep off the crazy.
Training this weekend was very abbreviated. The original plan was to do two 50-mile rides over the weekend and bring the bike into the shop this Tuesday, giving them five days to give it an overhaul. However, with about five miles to go in Saturday’s ride, I got a flat tire (shocking), so I decided just to bring the bike into the shop then. I expect to have it back by Wednesday or Thursday and I’ll do some easy spin 20-mile rides through next weekend, taking Monday off to rest, pack, and try to sleep.