|Borrowed from the pic gallery at ragbrai.com|
here, check it out. Awesome story.
I saw one rider on.... a UNICYCLE! Yes, a unicycle. He pulled up into camp on Day 2 had ridden the full 80 miles. Amazing. I don't know if he rode that the rest of the week or not, but just going 80 miles in a day is incredible enough. I wish I had gotten a picture of him pulling in. He had to be exhausted.
"Shark Boy," another rider on a decked out recumbent. He was infamous with our team. He surrounded his bike with blue corrugated plastic board (like cardboard) and painted a shark mouth on the front. Our beef with him was that he was a rude rider. He would fly up on you without announcing his presence and then be upset with you for not yielding. He also buzzed by riders fairly closely.
|The Biking Ballerina|
Team RoadKill would stop and pay their respects for all the dead critters we passed along the way. OK, maybe not stop, but they would slow down and drop a string of beads on the poor thing. Picture it, skunks covered in beads in the middle of the road.
Of course, there had to be this team from Indiana:
The youngest rider, riding solo, that I saw was probably about 10 years old. The oldest was maybe in his 80s.
But nature calls for everybody. And when it calls on RAGBRAI, you can rest assured that there is always a corn field around to give you cover.
The people of Iowa were universally nice and supportive of RAGBRAI and the riders. They came out in force to cheer the riders on.
In the pass-through, meet-up, and overnight towns, I only experienced hospitality and generosity. I heard from other riders whose teams solicited and received the chance to overnight an with individual families (vs the community ad hoc campgrounds like HS practice fields and town parks) who opened not only their lawns but also their homes and kitchens. It was an incredible experience.
One final shout-out, to Algona HS, you were awesome hosts! Thanks for the spaghetti dinner! It was delicious.