In 8 days we’re on a plane to Georgia, where we will pick up the bicycle from my dear friend, Dawn who graciously stored it for me.
I’m wrapping up the work that needs to be done at my job before I’m gone for 7 work days.
I’m making my list and checking it twice – or thrice. Or the ninth or tenth time. I’ve lost count.
My mom is flying in.
Dawn, her fiance’ Freddy, Danise and Rodney (all friends from Georgia) are driving down on Friday to watch the final miles on Saturday morning.
This is getting real, my friends.
The countdown from 560 miles starts in roughly 216 hours. I’m ready. Bring it on.