Fifty-two days ago, 25 bicyclists gathered on the beach in San Diego.
Most of us were strangers when we dipped our rear wheel into the Pacific Ocean.
Today, fifty-two days and 2925 miles later, as we enter the St. Augustine city limits, we know each other very well.
As we hit the beach for our final group photo, there is quite the sense of accomplishment.
This tandem team has been through eight states and has sat on our bike seats for around 190 hours. There’s only one thing left to do, and that’s to dip the front wheel into the Atlantic.
Of course you never really dip it. Salt water is not good for bike parts.
If the water is warm enough, you can even go in.
Just like the Tour de France riders, we celebrate with champagne.
We are greeted by Heidi and Al along with Joyce and Cliff, all tandem friends.
All have come to see us previously on our journey.
We are happy. We are sad. We are tired. We realize that we are going to have to cook more, ride less, and do our own laundry as soon as we get home.
As the trip began, Bubba’s pledge to us was that he would do everything he could to get us to St. Augustine safely. For all of us, mission accomplished!