Its official Bitches

I have officially arrived at the inevitable point. The what the heck was I thinking point. I am sitting here in John's house looking at my fully loaded bike realizing that somehow tomorrow I will have to ride just shy of 50 miles to get to our first waylay point. Unfortunately I am not the only one that has had doubts about my ability to finish this ride. The first thing my older brother said was, "so is there going to be a chase car or something?" to which I confidently replied, "no, Mike, its like going to the moon. Failure is not an option." What I was thinking in my head was "that's what I will have a cell phone for." But I knew that I could count on support from my mom. Then the Monday before the ride I was just going to work on some other things rather than heading out for a ride. The look that came back from my mom was pretty much a "you need to get your ass out that door and at least do some time on the bike to make me feel better about the fact that you are not a biker and you are expecting to go all day every day for a week." I did yield and go for a short ride. I'm not a total jackass. Well John still seems to have a bunch of stuff yet to be done so I will sign off and see how I can help. Stay tuned for the further adventures of the ride. Hopefully hilarity and not misery will ensue.