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Uphill and Against the Wind - TransAm E-W
By Dave T

Day 81: Eugene to Florence - COAST to COAST

Tuesday August 5, 1986, 65 miles (105 km) - Total so far: 4,317 miles (6,948 km)

Sleeping in the motel was nice with a good bed TV and showers. It felt good to sleep in a real bed for a change, as I've been sleeping on just a " foam backpacker's pad I bought Kentucky somewhere. The morning was cold when I walked across the street to the I.H.O.P at 5am today.

This was the day I was looking forward to for 80 days. I was excited about getting to the coast so I ate quickly and got rolling. I considered today the end of the journey, completing the coast to coast ride. I've already done the Oregon Coast so it wasn't going to be anything new.

The route wound over the Coast Range with no major climbs, just a few short hills. As I got closer I could start to smell the ocean and I could feel the ocean air. I was so excited I was pedaling as fast as I could. I finally came up over a short rise in the road and then I could see the Pacific Ocean, all shrouded in fog. I pulled into Florence at 11am to heavy fog and 30 degree temperature difference.

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There it is, the Pacific

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It was a great feeling to finally be on the coast. I can't believe I made the journey and it's over already. I looked around for the brass band and welcome party but there wasn't any. I couldn't even find anyone to take my picture in town. In Florence I ate some lunch then headed out to find somewhere to get on the beach. I headed north as the fog was starting to burn off. As I rode north the blue Pacific can into view, and what a sight it was.

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Yeah, there is the Blue Pacific finally!

I got down to the beach and sat on a big driftwood log just taking in the scenery and the feelings. I sat on the log thinking about the whole journey, and some of the fun times I had. I thought about Yorktown and how long ago that seems, about Damascus and the fun time with the BC group, about Fred getting beer in Kentucky, about how boring Kansas was, about Breckenridge and what a great time I had there, about the Tetons and Yellowstone National Parks and how awesome it is, about the girls in Virginia City and Missoula, and the feelings of completing the journey. I thought about everyone I rode with, Gene, Fred, Clay, Diane, Rich, Sheryl, all from the BC group, the Texas Guys Steve and Stew. I wondered where everyone was and how things were going for them. Pretty much the whole journey flashed before me as I sat on the beach.

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I didn't have any champagne celebration or anything, and I wondered what Clay had cooked up for when they reach the coast. I thought about Hoosier Pass when he lugged 2 bottles all the way up the pass and the fun time we had there.

While sitting on the beach, someone finally came up to me and asked about my trip. We talked for a moment and he agreed to take my picture, dipping my wheels in the ocean. I pushed my bike through the sand and reached the surf, dipping my tires in the Pacific Ocean for the first time.

Official Stats

2 Flat Tires

2 Broken Spokes

2 Tires

4,500 Miles

1 Sore Ass!

[Author's Note:] - I didn't really have a sore ass, I had my trusty Brooks saddle. I just thought it be funny to say that because everyone couldn't understand how a leather saddle can be so comfortable.

Just because this is the end of the journey, doesn't mean it's the end of the trip. Stay tuned for un-expected things to happen....????

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