Poetry, bikes, dementia, satire...
Poetry, bikes, dementia, satire...
Ray is still very much in our minds. Especially when we’re riding alone and there’s plenty of time for quiet contemplation. Maybe it’s because we’re sensitised to it but this last few days there seems to be a cemetery every mile…
Ray is still cycling alongside us so a lot of contemplative silence on today’s ride. Black ribbon has been tied to our bikes which we’ll keep with us until the end and release into the Atlantic (although given Ray’s penchant for…
One of our riders, Ray Rickard from Carson City, Nevada, died last night in his sleep. From a heart attack we suspect. Peacefully we hope. And after a day of happy cycling we know (because he told us). What can…
Day 14 >>>>
I’ll get the light and fluffy stuff out of the way first. That’s light and fluffy as in cream-covered sponge cake. Chatting on the open road, as you do, the good people at America by Bike learned that Rose was…
