It's 6:30 in the morning, and GB is off to the races. He weighed himself (so we can keep track of his weight during the trip and see how low he's really getting), ate some fruit, loaded up with food he can eat while riding, and jetted out the front door like a man on a mission. I'm getting a little work in, and will be heading out the door mid-morning to try to catch up to him before noon.
The plan is to get up to San Luis Obispo for day one. That's about 110 miles, and he was feeling good this morning, so that seems to be no problem at initial check.
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