What started out as a rest day has dissolved into something entirely different. Fred is good except for lingering bug bites. My bike is healed and my sprained wrist is improving rapidly. The road rash is hardly noticeable unless I tag it. Gay's Achilles' tendon, well that's another story.
Denial. That's a great place to visit. He had been nursing it for a couple of days but hasn't let on how painful it had become. When Gay came to grips that ice wasn't doing the trick, he decided to find a local doctor. Bottom line, Gay's gotta take a week off.
After a lot of discussion, we worked out a plan. Fred and I will carry on until Gay can recover and meet up with us. He's going to rent a car and meet us in a week in Michigan, about 400 miles from here in Henrietta, the amount of time the doc said he needed to recover. (Pray the doc is spot on.)
Gay may have won the polka dot jersey (think Tour de France for you nonbikers reading this) for his climbing prowess, but it's destroyed his yellow jersey status. :)
His Achilles felt like a bow being dragged across a violin when he flexed. It was weird. An ultrasound showed there was no tear so that's why he can consider continuing. Whew... I am really sad that he is injured and must stand down for a while but happy that we have a contingency plan in place for him to rejoin us!
This little band will have to find our navigational footing without him. He is a Master Navigator. (Don't read that wrong.) Fred and I have differing styles but get along just fine. Our riding pace is compatible. It'll be interesting.
To date, we have covered right at 700 miles.
Cheers.
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