Well, my BRAG is over. I am glad that I did it, but unfortunately in riding nearly two hundred miles over three days I never found “Happy Paulie”, he may be gone for good. What I did find were long rides, sore muscles, knees, and nether regions, a bleeding chin (not from falling, from a bump I discovered on the drive down and couldn’t stop scratching), a lot of beer (some good, some bad), a bunch of great friends, some delicious Italian ice, and a lot of hurry up and waiting for nearly everything. I rode most of the first day with the fast kids, and nearly all of the second and third days alone. The farm tours advertised were a complete bust. After four hours on the bike yesterday I hopped onto the non-air-conditioned BRAG school bus (the same one that I rode to Iowa six years ago) for a 2:45 ride from Dublin to Columbus; it wasn’t pleasant. We arrived in Columbus after 6:00pm, I promptly hit a Burger King for an Impossible Whopper with fries and a Coke, and then drove home.
Would I do it again? Maybe.
Today I have to figure out how to dry my tent from Monday’s rain.
I solved today’s Wordle in four attempts; my starter today was STORM