by John Fender
Sometimes when you sign up to ride for a few weeks across the country you know what you are getting yourself into. And, other times, you don’t. Today was one of those days filled with many surprises that I never counted on happening on this journey. We are in Wyoming, filled with big skies, miles of prairie, and just the right amount of hills to allow your legs to tingle. This ride marked the longest of the voyage: 108 miles. Miles like that separate the training wheels from the clip ins. Being on one road for 102 of that century plus 8 miles started out intimidating, however, it turned into a day filled with pace lines, rides in the back of a truck, and breath taking views of mountains.