The Coffee Bandit

We had many miles to pedal before we slept (in our own beds). 508.1 miles, to be exact, assuming you made it the whole way through without making a wrong turn, missing one, or deciding to tack on some extra mileage by choice. (Crazy cyclists and centuries can't be separated sometimes.) I managed to keep my phone charged through the full length of my ride each day (turned cellular data off for every app but Strava), so for a change, I've got a full set of cycling data for the week. The ride has been chronicled in more detail in the moment by writers other than I, so I've linked up to two of them from here: Krystal writes for and runs Planet Princeton , and does a great job of covering the variety of cool stories all over the ride. Ken is a a fellow rider, and his son Adam is a former Little League teammate. He documents his own personal perspective on the week Full cycling data, daily cliff notes, and some photos, after the jump. But first, I just wanted to close this...

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