Despite all the heat, riding, hills and all other challenges we face, this week always ends too fast. When you are in the ragbrai vortex with no phone service, no news and no tv, the constant, ride, eat sleep, repeat we do for a week adds up to not knowing what day, time of day or what town you're in. It's kind of nice but its hard to come back from when returning to reality.
The bus ride home is much quieter than the ride out. Part of that may be the exhaustion of the week or Red finishing the beer, although that usually livens things up a bit, but for most of us it is realizing this won't happen again for another 51 weeks. While we do see each other when we can during the year, life and geography makes it tough some times but we all know that no matter how much we see each other in the next 51 weeks, when we are "in the one" we start out just where we left off.
I'm going to go out for a bike ride now but it won't be the same.
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