We rode into Savannah yesterday at about 7:00 pm. The day started with a few minor bike repairs, but despite this set back, we were really pumped because the events of the day prior had landed us on the front page of the Augusta Chronicle. People on the road actually recognized us! People waved as they passed, and some gave us friendly honks.
As we were getting ready to leave one store, the attendent ran outside to give us $20 and wish us well on our journey. At an intersection, one lady pulled her car to the side, pointed at Tom and I, and said "God bless you." All of the encouragement from complete strangers was really excting.
By mid afternoon, we had reached deep south Georgia. The roads were flat for miles and pine trees lined eiter side of the road. We also saw our first Armadillo - deceased :(
About 20 miles outside of Savannah, a local biker named Eric met up with us. As he was leading us into the city, disaster struck . . . I ran over a piece of glass which sliced open my rear tire. After calling back the chase car for a spare tire and tube, I set up shop for the repair. Finally after about 30 minutes, with my tire reinstalled, we got back on the road. Two minutes later . . . I ran over a pot hole and blew out the tube that I had just replaced. ha ha.
Luckily, another cyclist rode by just in time to throw us a spare tube. We pulled out the pump and got to work again. The heat was getting to us, so this tire took a little longer to replace. Finally we finished up, and headed out again.
At mile marker 88 we pulled into the city limits, and at mile 93, we were in downtown Savnnah. We loaded up our gear, and headed to Catie Wilkin's grandfather's home. Catie is the little girl that we are riding in honor of in Savannah, and Charlie really laid out the red carpet for us - home made fried chicken, sweet tea, macaroni and cheese, and fresh salad. After three flat tires, it sure was good to see Charlie :)
~ Austin
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