DIRT Dad Fundo Across America- Day Thirty-One

“The cyclist is a man half made of flesh and half of steel that only our century of science and iron could have spawned.” — Louis Baudry de Saunier, 19th-century French author

The day began like the last few before it. The fog was thick, the road was the same, and there were no turns. It felt like I was cycling in a sensory deprivation chamber, and I was good with that.

 

It is easier to take without an extended view of the roads and scenery that’s the same as far as you can see. Not that Nebraska is hard to take. Let’s say it isn’t the most stimulating place to pedal.

The sunrise revealed incredible images of the dew rising from the adjacent fields. The scene remained the same. It was a little hard to take.

Norfolk, Nebraska, is a city of almost 25,000. My excitement peaked when I rode by the local Walmart and noticed the Schwenk Tank crew parked in the lot. I knew we didn’t need anything except one thing. Had they found a solution to my cyst situation?

 

The website shows that they did. The store in this town doesn’t carry chamois cream. As I mentioned, it’s not a hot commodity in this part of the country, and neither are bikes. I haven’t seen one in days.

 

I’ve never found the stuff the crew picked up near a cyclist’s chamois. They called three other bike shops within a 150-mile radius. Two didn’t know what chamois cream was, and the third was out of business.

 

Not that I would have signed on for that two-hour drive anyway. I’ll drive all day and night to experience a park or other natural interest, but once my ride is through, so am I. I’ll deal with it.

During the final 25 miles of the route, I encountered the first set of hills I’ve found in days. I was happy to see them. It gave me something to do. The wind rustling the leaves on the corn stalks beside the road was a unique sound, and when I reached the top, the view was new too.

It’s not my first rodeo. It’s actually my second and technically a barrel racing competition. I’m in awe of what these cowgirls and their horses can do. A fine way to finish another great day!

Green Label IPA, Zipline Brewing Co., Lincoln, NE
About the DIRT Dad Fundo Pledge for Day Thirty-One—Dan Wisner

Dan is one of my OG teammates and is as supportive off the racecourse as he is selfless and sacrificing on it. Dan is a devoted family man, and I admire his love of life and his children, both with special needs. Thank you for always being there for me, Dan! 



Here is what Dan had to say—”I love the competitiveness, fun, and brotherhood of DIRT.”



Amount Raised to Date—$7,048

 

Thank you, Daniel!

 

Now off to Fremont, NE!

To support Chris in his effort to raise awareness of The DIRT Dad Fund, the non-profit he created to assist members of the worldwide cycling community, check out this link to learn more. 


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