We've banded together to support each other and the riders, and maybe lie to each other a bit to convince ourselves that this isn't really that hard. Heh. I'm spreading sunshine this morning and Bill Woods calls me on my crap. Bill is our sweep guy and he spends the day picking up disabled bikes and delivers them to their frustrated riders at the hotels, then he retires to his room at night to do his real job: writing for the AMCA. He reports the daily activities and shares the news of the incredible experiences of crossing the U.S. with 100+year old motorcycles.
"Felicia, I've been here every single Cannonball, just like you, and you can't snow me. It doesn't get easier!" We laugh, but we know the truth, and that is it. This is an endurance run, in every sense of the word. It's hard, and that's not a concept anyone but the past survivors really get. We stand and watch the riders depart from the starting line. The excitement in their eyes is just as contagious as the frustration of those fellow Cannonballers who've taken time from wrenching on their disabled bikes to gather on the sidelines and wish their brethren well. By tomorrow, they hope to join everyone on the route, again. Be sure to follow us on FaceBook at Motorcycle Cannonball Race of the Century.