Writing from an apartment complex in fort worth and feeling great. I’ve got 4 days under my belt and everything’s going our way. It’s truly incredible, I can’t imagine ever doubting myself.

The first day was rough, the news stations recorded over one hundred, add blacktop and cars to that and you’ve got yourself a regular ‘ole oven. Midday we began to hear a sound that can only be compared to static electricity…the tar from the street was melting to our tires and then breaking as we rolled. The end of the day we rolled down a private drive and were encouraged to jump into a beautiful swimming pool with our uniforms on, we gladly complied.

Day 2 we woke up early and hit the road well fed. A seasoned cyclist from Waco took us on a scenic tour through the city before we left for Italy, the Biggest Little town in Texas. Big Paul had a crash that day, his rear wheel fell out while he raced for a city limits sign. We took the rest of the day easy. We also learned that bike clothes hold ice extremely well.

Oh there’s so many great things to report, but I’ve got to hit the hay, a century is on the schedule for tomorrow. I miss you all, but my team is quickly turning into a family, so it’s eased my separation anxiety. I’ll write more later. Love, Lib