Flying high

Even the longest journey begins with an alarm clock. 4 am, grab a quick breakfast, shave, kiss Laura for the last time in a month, hop in the rental minivan and head out into the predawn rain to Jim’s house. Soon we are in the gridlock of Terminal C, trying to check our huge bike cases.
Jim and I have traveled together so many times that I kid about him being my “life partner.” Jet Blue must have heard me as they put Jim under my TSA Pre-Check umbrella and zipped through security. Get one the plane, crawl into the void of noise cancelling headphones and eye-shades and snooze a little.
Now we are over Arizona, looking down at the sand box with mountain walls.  That will be Tuesday’s route.
If you want the book version of our ride, you are in luck, it is free Kindle month on Amazon. Download the app and look for, “Under a Triumphant Sky” by Steve Garufi. He rode solo on a similar route (San Diego, Julian, …), carrying his gear. I’m on page 42 and can’t wait to see how it turns out.

Please support my ride to raise money for the Pan Mass Challenge and the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute.

Chris Spear