The miles we pedaled were not always easy. Something was always uncomfortable, whether it was a hot foot, or sore and tired legs, or a blistered butt. But I won’t remember the time on the bike because the rides were really just a way to get together with my brothers. The challenge was to ride from coast to coast across the country but the trip was about camaraderie and friendship and the feeling of total acceptance from your brothers (and niece and nephew). It was coming down to breakfast in the morning ready to ride and asking Tim, “So, what’s our route today?” and then getting ready with our bikes and meeting for our departure morning picture (46 times) and hearing Beth tell us to be safe and replying, “Bye, Mom. We will!” It was finishing a ride and having a few beers in Beth’s room while reliving the day’s adventure and listening to Tim read to us from “Conquering the Borderlands”. All these memories may fade but I will always remember how these bike rides strengthened my bond to my brothers. I love you guys.
Still so proud of you all. Thanks for sharing your adventures with us!
Well said, Mark. You guys did something special and I’m very grateful I got to be a part of it.