Early today we flew east over some of the few states we haven’t yet visited on our Rides for Human Rights.
Our tailwind exceeded 100 mph (162 kph). We would have liked a bit of that in California and Oregon!
But instead of a nice biker’s tailwind, we encountered weather that led to this:
U.S. 101’s collapse forced us to travel by car on a long, narrow, winding, high-altitude detour too dangerous for bicycles. It was the worst of the many hazards a car helped us to avoid.
Days of extraordinary weather made the harsh coastal terrain in California and Oregon unusually dangerous. That’s why on our 9th Ride we pedaled only 503 miles. Five hundred miles is not nothing. But it’s not the 1,000+ miles of every past Ride.
We’re disappointed. We hope our fans—and those who donate to Human Rights First and the IWC based on our mileage—won’t hold it against us.
Four and a half hours after takeoff, we landed in New York. We took the AirTrain (monorail) to the A train (ordinarily an express, but today, ugh, it made every stop through Queens and Brooklyn) to Columbus Circle. Jeffrey carried me via Lincoln Center . . .
. . . to a bicycle, and pedaled uptown. We reached West Harlem just before sunset.
Jeff took that photo.
We enjoyed the view uptown.
Jeffrey chauffeured me back to our neighborhood, seen here from the ramp to Riverside Park South.
After biking 503 miles in 19 days, thus we ended the physical part of the 9th annual Ride for Human Rights.
As every year, Jeffrey will keep biking for his own purposes. I’ll go back into storage.
Those who have followed these Rides, or who know Jeffrey, know why the Ride has not yet ended. We are back in NYC, but Jeffrey isn’t home.
In a few days, I’ll yield to Jeffrey for his annual wrap-up, and he’ll clear up any confusion.
Meanwhile, it’s not too late to join the fun and donate to Human Rights First, donate to the Interfaith Welcome Coalition. A donation to HRF in any amount gets you a collectible Beatles postcard, signed by Joey and Jeffrey.
A Beatles postcard . . . like the Rides . . . like the America we’ve seen from low and slow on over 10,500 miles of road . . . there’s nothing like it in the world.