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A Spanish girl with no clips or cleats climbed it right next to me. There are people on this ride who have trouble walking from the tent to the toilet. How the Hell they're going to make it to LA, how they put in the hours every day astonishes me.
Rob, the volunteer who managed my luggage truck, and wrangled my gear and the gear and complaints of 300 other people, and who slept in said truck.
I think I toodled around Salinas and some of the other towns to find some coffee, see some sights and find a veteranarian .....600...
I'm gonna claim I rode 600 miles because by mistake I rode to and from and then back to the Cow Palace the day before the official ride began. I did three of the hills on the route twice, one of them was four miles long so that gets me up to 597.
One woman hit the deck 1/2 mile from the finish and 50 feet in front of me.
So after killing fleas for an hour and denuding my feline friend of some of the hair below her shoulders, I stuff her in my jersey and set off for the office. I looked down once when she was still, and there was a tiny kitten head, fur brushed back by the breeze, upside down and, if she could be, smiling. I met a kitten with blue grey fur and white boots on every paw on a country road in California. The type A, making, charging, changing the world types striding at you from every angle just to go brush their teeth. I don't remember sleeping but I do remember a dream.