Leg II: Complete.
Making the distance to Houston was no great challenge. Humid and warm, labored breathing. The rain came on without a proper introduction, Gulf-coast style, and I was drenched for about half an hour.
Hung up my wet socks and my soggy shoes at my friend’s house before I rushed in to find the bathroom. Not much for ceremony. Would’ve spiked my helmet if it’d occurred to me.
But. Done deal. Leg II: successful. Hoyt lives.
And I rode every damn mile.
No Takebacks!
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Stick around and I’ll post a link to my web site when it launches.
