It's a little bit of a lie for me to post today as a driver, since I rode out this morning with the guys for about 50 miles. Which is actually also a lie, because it was EXACTLY 50 miles and I was dying. Believe me when I say these guys are animals with some higher purpose in mind that fuels them through these ridiculous days. We started off the day at 0630, after spending a luxurious evening in Parker's reserve fire station (complete with kitchen, 2 showers and a pool table. Oh, and air conditioning!). After conferring with a writer from the local newspaper (he had come to do a story on the ride), he informed us that he didn't think part of our route actually existed. Plan B added 10 miles to our already 100 mile day, but no complaints heard from the guys.
The word of the day today was windy. The head wind was insane. Nothing will break your spirit faster than 104 degree heat and a serious headwind in the middle of the desert.
At mile 50, Rob set up a feast in Hope, AZ where everyone was able to recharge and sit in the shade. I bailed out there, and the guys forged ahead. At one point, I hopped in Marasco's truck so fellow rider Randy could stretch his legs. On one particular downhill, I had Jorge drafting behind me at upwards of 40 mph. Jim and Adam were not thrilled I had left them to roll downhill by themselves.
We pulled into Wickenburg and got a great reception from Wickenburg Fire Dept - they put us up in the old town jail! Everyone has been incredibly hospitable (we even got back massages at dinner!)
Tomorrow is the shortest day yet, clocking in at only 60 miles. We may even be getting an escort from Scottsdale FD, and everyone should definitely check out the video that Matt and Derek created for us.
Driving "THE RIDE" for 911 - Written solely by the drivers and passengers of the motorhome. 3300 miles at 12 mph over six weeks in a 34 foot motorhome.
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