Another shorter day, but the miles are adding up. We passed through Mesa, AZ and Apache Junction, AZ. We took a hard left onto Highway 60. Way up ahead of us we saw a pair of cyclists spinning some low gears, moving slow and steady. We pull along side and chatted a bit. They turned out to be a husband/wife team from San Diego. They'd just quit their jobs and were on a six month, fully loaded (camping/cooking gear - the works) trip to Nova Scotia. They'd hit the Florida coast and shoot north through New England, then up through Canada. What a trip.
The road went up quickly as we passed through Superior and Miami, AZ. The last half of the ride went up with most of the steep climbing lasting five miles, with a narrow tunnel halfway up for some sprint work. We passed through the tunnel with nothing more than ringing ears from the truck noise. Once clear, we looked back and saw a WIDE LOAD pilot car coming up. A massive earth mover dogged down on a lowboy trailer spread way beyond the lane markers. I have no idea what would have happened if we'd been in the tunnel at the same time. Wide loads don't make a habit of stopping.
Closing in on Globe, we'd consumed our limit of Hammer Gel (it is working great, no stomach issues). Finally at the hotel, we saw a McDonald's right next door. We dumped our stuff in the room, rolled over on the bikes, still in lycra and met our support crew there for a picnic of some fine American fast food. That Big Mac tasted exactly like every one I'd ever eaten in my life, and therein lies the brilliance of McDonald's. Don't mess with the formula. Taste bud memory is long lasting and serious, just ask Coke. Dad super sized his fries and I managed to steal a few.
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