Hello Atlantic Ocean!!!

Here I am at Revere (pronounced locally as Ra-vee-ah) Beach just north of Boston. It's all over. 3481 miles, 42 days of riding, lots of new friends and countless memories. I'm feeling lost right now. Getting up in the morning and heading east on the bike is what I do. My fellow tourers are a closeknit team. You get to know people pretty well when you ride with them for several hours a day, share meals, stay at the same hotels and work towards a common goal.

Here's the whole gang.

Congratulations to everyone. There were about 15 of us who went coast-to-coast, with some others doing segments, and about six who are "EFI" riders, riding Every Inch of the way (some took the SAG occasionally). I am younger and a more serious cyclist than most in this group. For some, it showed incredible determination and mental strength to make it. Of course, Roy is a whole story on his own. The story will be told in his commitment papers.

There was some confusion at the beach.

Here's Roy, Stu, me, Greg and Sandy. When Stu got to the beach, he thought it was a triathlon and started swimming to London. A local fisherman found him and returned him to Revere.

I'm honestly in a bit of a state of shock. A way of life has come to an end. I'll put up another post tomorrow, once I've had a chance to reflect some. Maybe I can pretend to have deep insights on life.

AND... THE FINAL PHOTO OF THE HAIRY CHALLENGE.