Just got home after spending Saturday night in Salisbury. The hotel I was in had an indoor pool and hot tub; a treat after 99 miles.
I concur with the above: a well organized event, decent rest stops and well marked course, even where it deviated from the cue sheet (which I had programmed into my Garmin, so it kept telling me I was off course).
Somewhere in the absolute middle of no where:
Does anybody know what this is growing in front of those chicken coops? I saw it planted all over the place.
I'm not the strongest rider, so this is pretty good for me:
I had to take this one 'cause I was born on June 7, 1955:
Into Assateague:
I wasn't expecting pie...but the ice cream was frozen too hard to eat with a plastic fork:
At the end, while loading the bike back onto the car:
