RAGBRAI Day 6: I’m finally used to this, and tomorrow it ends

After six days of riding, my body is finally used to it. But our ride finishes after tomorrow's 50-miler. Photo by Kimery Duda

After six days of riding, my body is finally used to it. But our ride finishes after tomorrow’s 50-miler. Photo by Kimery Duda

We rolled away from the YMCA on Day 6 of RAGBRAI this morning under cloudy skies and much cooler temperatures.

Six days in and I finally feel like my body is used to the routine.

At first, my quads burned and my neck ached. But now I feel strong, like I could do this every day. And that’s the thing – at home, I manage an hour-long swim and an easy bike ride every day. But I’ve pretty quickly adjusted to five or six hours of cycling a day. Already I can tell my legs are stronger.

Mr. Porkchop is famous for its roadside pork chop stand. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

Mr. Porkchop is famous for its roadside pork chop stand. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

There’s so much to see. Every town we ride through – four or five every day – turns out to watch our rolling carnival. Homeowners set up lemonade stands and pull chairs onto their front lawns. They ring cowbells and hoot and holler as our massive stream of lycra-clad bodies wheels past.

 

And at night, they open up their homes.

Tonight we’re staying outside the little town of Washington, where a family has allowed us to pitch our tents in their yard and grill fajitas on their back deck. They set out bottled water for us, and opened up a bottle of wine. Now the homeowner is pulling out his guitar, preparing to play music.

Other highlights of the day?

Petting a calf, lamb and two piglets at a small petting zoo.

 

Cornfields make great bike racks. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

Cornfields make great bike racks. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

Eating a giant smoked pork chop from a food trailer known as Mr. Porkchop.

Riding my bike alongside Batman.

Stopping at a stand handing out free sweet corn.

Admiring a bunch of weathered old barns.

 

This old barn was one of many we passed along the road. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

This old barn was one of many we passed along the road. Photo by Pam LeBlanc

 

Tomorrow marks our last day of riding. My legs might appreciate the break, but I’m feeling a little sad.

I’ll have to adjust to a world where cars take priority over bicycles once again.


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