As the day went on, Me and Time really go into the groove. We kept going after every gas stop ( about every 2 hours) about a 5 minute break or less. By the end of the day, Even when we saw some friends at a stop, it was only long enough to give out stickers, take a selfie and roll on down the highway.
When I'm rolling, I try not to count the miles. It is a trick I learned young when wheelbarrowing concrete at a construction site. NEVER count the wheelbarrows. I told Tim this every time he asked how far I though we went. Never count the wheelbarrows. Towards the end of the ride, I did start trying to figure out the mileage. I knew it was a good day. It felt surreal. 220 or 240 I though. When we checked our the map at our hotel, we high fived to an unbelievable amount- 265 miles!!!!!!
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