This is a guest entry in glenns blog to shed some perspective on his amazing accomplishment. Those of you who have been following his journey read about the miles he has ridden day after day that glenn ticks off as simply numbers but i can attest that its much more than that. I sit here aching from my neck down to my toes. I cranked out 45 in half a day followed by 90, 80, 80, 65, and 25. And that whole time ive been holding glenn back. He can easily ride 15 mph on gravel for hours without letup. And he gets stronger as the day progresses. Of course he is riding an ancient bike, seldom changing gears while i have jim's lexus luxury machine and i'm still way behind. The night we raced to beat the dark and rode thru clouds of gnats, glenn was cranking 18 mph and i was drafting him so he ate all the bugs and i just tried to keep up. My small victories are two hills that glenn had to walk while i pedaled. And then thinking about the fact that his gears barely shift and he road thru the Rockies on that pieceojunk turns that into yet another glenn achievement.
Glenn is german enginering at its best. He's that Mercedes deisel that runs forever and is like a tank. I, on the other hand am like a Fiat. When running, its elegant and fast but most of the time i'm on the side of the road coughing and sputtering with important pieces falling off.
I will have finished this journey by riding over 380 miles sleeping in a tent three nights and i look and feel like %$÷×#@+£¥. And that's about one tenth of what Glenn did! Yes we all can agree that he is crazy, but he is also awesome!
Ps, that first picture is the scenery i had to endure most of the week...
Sincerely, Paul, I'm not worthy, Tarricone
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