Sometimes days are even better than perfect. This was that kind of day. It started and ended with a rainbow and everything in between was even better. We are now all feeling tickety boo!
The ride was 82 miles past stunning lochs, past historic sites with remnants of the Clearances then along the Northern Coast of Scotland ending at John O'Groats. The long departed John O'Groat had a brilliant day of work today as he mentally reeled in cyclists to the end of Great Britain's epic cycling ride. The first sign for John O'Groats at 54 miles gets the heart pumping, endorphins screaming and an overwhelming feeling of anticipation and satisfaction. Those feelings only intensify as the distance counts down to a point so close I screamed “This cake is baked.” I knew it was over. John the Second thought the expression quaint and I thought he was going to echo with the English equivalent of something like “The porridge is cooked.” But no, he yelled “We nailed this doggie to the floor” again revealing a certain harshness to the British character that surfaces in surprising ways like the Cat Eyes Removed sign. If there were still Kodak film, no doubt I would be lugging a large bag full of Kodachrome 100 canisters with me to develop. The scenery today was absolutely stunning. I am going to let the pictures and captions tell the story.
John the First was on a mission today–he literally flew over the route on his bike. While there is no mandatory drug testing on this tour, I strongly believe that maybe some HGH was being ingested for the last day. He kept taking swigs from a listerine bottle, but never swished nor spit. I am suspicious. The boy rocked it.
Lots of signs today but space is growing short so I only include the one below which does not seem to need a caption.
And I can't resist one more collage of pictures to help my Yank friends understand what pudding is.
So LEJOG met the epic reputation that preceded it. 1008 miles averaging 72 miles a day. 33000 calories expended and a lot more than that ingested but only about 10 calories in haggis. 64,000 feet in climbing. Fourteen riding days and about 30 minutes of light rain and a couple of afternoons of cloud cover. What can I say? I have studied the weather here for 14 riding days and a few extra off the bike and it is pretty darn nice.
Well the well worn, little washed cycling clothes are now in ziplock bags quarantined from the rest of my clothes. The bags contain sheets of fabric softener hoping to minimize the surprise when they are unsealed when I return home next week.
Tx to all my old Brits and my new Brits. How lucky to have my old Brits advise on the preparation and cheer on from the sidelines wanting to share their culture as I shared mine across the US. How lucky to have my new Brits share their country real time with me. You all truly have a remarkably beautiful country with wonderful people. Just as the US across country bike ride impresses with its vastness and its emptiness, the UK impresses with its mile by mile kaleidoscope of somethingness–roundabouts, castles here and Druid circles there, stone bridges and stone barns, omnipresent heather and rose bay willow herb, warm ales and the Lejog ale trail, sheep, hills, cows, hills, horses and hills. I now love alcoholic cider–both apple and pear; I now understand why Brits drink warm ale. There is an explosion of novelty for a Yank touring the UK. Yes, some things are quirky from a Yank's standpoint and some things I still don't understand (switched sockets, what is pudding (congealed blood and ice cream just can't be in the same category), two switch electric showers and after dinner food confessions to pay the bill), but I am sure they have a reason and explanation that escapes me. Well, I have polled my new Brits and have made resolutions to spend the next six months watching Faulty Towers, Black Adder, Mrs. Brown's Boys and Royle Family so that next time I can share the warmth and regard that you clearly show for these shows. They promised to watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Breaking Bad. And for any of you looking to cycle across the US, here are my thoughts from that journey. http://bricksusko.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/prologue/. How do you say it? Give it a go?
Well, it's over. As the American cowboy Roy Rogers and cowgirl Dale Evans would sing “Happy Trails to you until we meet again…” Send me a link to the blog of your next adventure so we can keep in touch. Cheers!