“Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese.”
— Billie Burke, American actress, 1884-1970
MIDWAY, Fla. — I celebrated my 67th birthday on the road Sunday night — at a Flying J truck stop with 11 of my new best friends. There was chocolate cake, candles, singing of the traditional birthday song and lots of good wishes. It was nice.
With Sunday’s ride of 55.39 miles from Marianna, Fla., to Midway, we’ve covered — by my calculations — 2,816.82 miles since we set out from San Diego on Sept. 20. Six more days of riding should take us to St. Augustine, Fla., on Saturday. Then this band of new best friends all go our separate ways.
In my case, I’m to pick up a rental car in St. Augustine on Monday, Nov. 23, and spend Monday and Tuesday driving more than 1,100 miles back to Fort Worth before heading to San Antonio for Thanksgiving. My journey home by car will pass through some of the same cities we rode through on our eastbound bicycle journey — Tallahassee, Pensacola and Mobile.