Day 15 – in which Matt becomes a real boy.

I did my century; 100.5 miles. That means this is officially a real bike trip and I am officially a real biker.

Harder in some ways than I thought it would be. Easier in others. I thought I was being really clever and doing my century when it was all flat. Who knew beaches could be so windy? – Donald Trump (probably)

Miles travelled (since last update): 158(558)

Times died: 0

This is exactly what I wanted to see before a five mile bridge

It might as well have said: this is what you get you arrogant cyclist.

But I made it.

Suck it nature. Man triumphs again.

And now a picture of me in a silly hat.

That is a bike made of bones.